Sarcophagus
Let's workshop this poem about the potential consequences of withdrawing away as a means of protection
Sarcophagus
The shell he scrambled into
to protect the delicate center—
literally, this one room
he never leaves—became
a prison so imperceptibly
that, even when frantic need
struck for unsafe air, he found
in the mirror a prison guard
(a cruel son of a bitch).
