poetry | metamorphosis

I WANT TO LEAVE;

I brush my teeth & spit 
sawdust on marble floors
ash coating the slick bones of
a body that refuses to stop contracting;

I’M TIRED OF SHRINKING;

Emptying water into the sink
clutching the door knob
clutching the steel rod
clutching the – 

BUT THE PHONE IS RINGING;

Blood tastes like rust –
the color of failure dripping 
on my fingers & down the drain 

THE PHONE IS STILL RINGING;

Collapse (like the fall of an empire)
there is a monster in my ribcage
(she’s held her breath for far too long) 
hammers a nail into my forehead
(snarling for freedom)
the ground shifts beneath my feet

THIS IS METAMORPHOSIS;

Dragging my body through 
the dirt coating the sides of the
bathtub, leaving fingerprints on the 
white walls, air sucked from my lungs

THE PHONE IS STILL RINGING;

A SCREAM builds in my chest 

LEAVE ME ALONE;
CAN’T YOU SEE I’M BUSY?

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