up tight, the exits are all sealed
from the corner scrape to feel
dead eyes, stubborn point of pride
no one is getting out alive
it was just sitting there
the table held its place
I struggle with myself
not to wear it on my face
sit with all my knowing
not knowing what to do
to share this burdened knowledge
to make things weird for you
flash bulb, the entrance is crucial
down, down, clocks tick to kill you
fixed stare, blink twice you miss it
covered, in fake foreign blisters