Behind Bars

I lay next to an empty shell, the house’s coldness dripping in its floorboards whine pickled in the silence Bypassed melodies in the ridges of my skin music in the ballerinas in the darkness waiting for the lid to unclose

Memories like a haunting playful laughter that died an aged guitar without strings air as thick as the tension between the world all are coming down in muffled grief If we remain in this chaos Only to hide, cover up I’ll fall asleep and never wake up again For mouths froze open Caged as if behind bars Voiceless and morose

Is there any moment left for us?

- Nickalaine Santiago