Trapped
Inside a flesh bag
Aches everywhere
No cracked bones
No scars or tears 
Crawling worms 
Inside my catacombs
Can’t find me
Walking in the dark
Tombs are deep
Claws and Canines
Scratching & ripping
Viscera to feed the world 
Outside this empty jail

Empty of thought
Ideas chase me down
Pening paranoia
Tattoos inside my skin
Words of deceit
Nouns of plunder
Adjectives sweep my feet
Down I plummet
Hitting my cranium
The truth 
Can’t hurt me now
Might finally
Find a retreat

Death has cold hands
Warmer than my heart
Broken by demands
Raise my fists
Not to war
But to bare
My arms for the cuffs
Ropes to hang
Swinging above trenches
Pushed by devil’s minions
First time feeling free
Drop me now
Fall forever
In my mind 
Fathoms deep

©️2019 Kat J Phillips

“I see… what others refuse to see. I am… what others refuse to be…”©️2011 Kat J Phillips