Catatonic
This Poem suffered catatonia
at first, tried to hide in a corner 
of my mind, screamed for them
to be left alone, unexposed 
and 
Oh, look. Look. Scarves. Yarn. Leave Us Alone!
safe. 

This Poem suffered catatonia. 
A shared hell in a dwelling 
of their solemn choosing 
and the place 
of my ultimate demise.