. . .
mouths ajar are what i fear
metal rods
barrier from the outside
world frolicked in my eyes
feet scampered
laughs churning in the pit
of my stomach
harrowing like shards
children riding their
respective seesaw seats
i blinked, reality shook
my world caged inside the
house
no one to laugh with
I imagine a repressed woman as the speaker for this poem.
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