in a cage, or what at least resembles one.
These blinds being made
from the thickest steel,
the chains ruthlessly nailed
to the splitting wood
upon the door, just a mere
blanket and couch
to keep us company.
Scratches mark the wall where we tried
to claw our way out.
Wood chips and leftover mail
pile their weight above my head
asserting their pressure and force
down my spine—
I crumble.
This is no home for me.