I pulled down my wall
with a caved in chest;
figured getting some fresh air
was probably best.
Hidden in a snow storm,
a snow globe of cold, cold air,
trapped in a glass bauble
while pretending not to care.
I smashed it like a wrecking ball.
I cracked it like ball to bat.
I hit a home run with my escape route,
returned and sat
to stop and stare at my own drowning;
to watch the hand grasp at empty air.
I stood up and held a hand out,
instinct kicks in