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