No Luck
solitary confinement
my circle keeps shrinking
crawling smaller
I’m a hole
one tiny dot
leftover black ink
too wet to be imaginary
reach through the bars
if you don’t believe me
no keys
extra locks
the punishment feels archaic
outdated
this box is haunted
blood in the attic
rust under those floorboards
I tried to patch myself up
with cigarettes
and scotch
inhaled deep
drank it down
didn’t help
all I can do now is wait
for someone to let me out