Fetus Colony

The Prisoner
I close my eyes
words flash in front of me
sentences
paragraphs
stories
so much to say
so much wants to come out
for so long it was held in
locked captive
inside a dark place
behind thick heavy doors
hidden and unknown
the jailer is long gone now
yet that which is imprisoned inside me
is afraid to come out
afraid of what freedom will do
I want to feel
touch
smell
know everything
I want to sink my hands
in moist cool clay
mold it
shape it
smooth it
and give birth to myself