I feel as if I am the space between two
A gap in the fabric sewn
Traveling a road
With traits I didn’t choose
What an embedded
Breath
We have been searching for substance
Looking for what was promised
It’s a sudden tap on a window
You see
A bomb in a birdcage
And the brief absence
Of a conscious mind
On repeat
Stitch me one by one
Push me out to sea
As I walk among tripwires of the mind
I will count away the bursts
In the square formation
Taught to me
Wandering
Wasting
The rise I am given
Isabelle Justice 