i sit here
locked away in this dungeon
eyelashes scratching my eye
cat meowing in the corner.
the world outside is bustling
moving about
they know nothing of
this girl, locked away in her tower.
there are moments of clarity and
brief moments of anxiety, panic, depression
but nothing big enough
to get sick about.
i write letters
and sometimes i mail them.
i write short stories, long stories, poems
and sometimes i like them.
truth be told,
i don't mind being alone
its just when the loneliness creeps in
like an unexpected guest,
is when thing get a little hazy.
still,
i'm locked & loaded
full of imaginary scenarios
and in this particular one,
i get saved.
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