stretched

A bit dark - my soul wants to florish but is finding it difficult in the anorexic stifled body it is shelled in....

i dwell in this solidified skin
a fragile vehicle
for my sprouting soul
eternally encapsulated.
intrigued that i shrink
when my soul
screams suffocatingly.
my stagnant spirit
choking in this cemented cage
stretching suppressed,
until the smell of cinnamon toast
stimulates senses
and i arduously arise again.

Reviews

[Richielee]

very well put, nice touch with the toast! I like peanut nutter on mine : )