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