It is too easy to fall back into the comforting darkness.

To align my crooked spine against the straight corner, enveloped between the two walls.

Once the doors are closed, the finite air forces me to slow my breath.

The clothes act as soundproof walls. They help soften my heart’s vibrations.

I could stay here forever.

I will forever loathe the person who drags me out of my sanctuary.

Even if that person is me.