Chapter 1
I live in a container
With one door that cannot be cracked
And a window with no glass
Only chilling air filling my lungs like smoke
Chilled to the bone, I remain trapped
Like a figure in a snow globe
Encased in liquid, every inch of skin dampened
And if i move a muscle, my limbs float upward
Up, up towards the glassy ceiling
Pounding clenched fists with minimal effort
as the snow has drained all my energy.
I remain alone with my thoughts as my only friends;
we contemplate, straining to comprehend
the characteristics of our confines,
and analyze the girl inside of the sphere,
Wondering what we might be missing outside.
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