There is a suitcase of feelings forever shut and shoved beneath the bed

Lost in the field of forgotten flowers and unpicked whatnots

In a place where painted pines pause against the winds

Of bloodied brick-built walls that no one calls home

Its where cracked hearts echo through a stone cold canyon

 holding their hearts like an unshaped shell within.

Now a strained superhero,

a part-time lion tamer,

& a suburban witchdoctor.

Yet her starving ego craves

of a self-love to be saved and runaway — today.

Yet those invisible chains still trap her to the monsters hidden beneath her bed

(100 words)