Safe Cell
I am my own jailer, keeper of my insecurities once never lonely locking myself within this black night; old friend where do you dwell? You painted vibrantly, colourfully and skilfully lighting this dark excepted and sort after cell. Though I never grazed arm or leg, my limbs knowing every warm, safe crevasse inside this naive head; buried deep in self quarried sand. Old friend, first meeting you; both of us bursting through those blood red swinging doors of sanctuary, situated corner, under this... Sign in to see full entry.