Mason

cement, mortar, and bricks, my favorite materials. brick by brick, i'm slowly building up my walls. higher and higher i can barely see over now. hammer and chisel so i can get some light..maybe someone can peer in through my pinhole...maybe someone can see through my window...and see this body trapped behind these walls...i don't want you to see the whole picture: just a corner, maybe the wood of the frame...a syllable- a letter of the signature. i don't want you to know the canvas. every other weekend, i tempt myself with a ladder..i think about climbing over..rung by rung, and being naked...i question every, step rung by rung...then i climb back down cause i got a glimpse, a scent, a sound, and my eyes burn...the smell makes me nauseous...the pop noises leave my ears ringing...it left me ringing...