i’ve landed here,
left stranded inside my body.
form and void birthed me into sentience.
i want to forget my belonging.
i want to escape the prison of my skin.
but i’ve been given life,
locked inside solitary confinement,
chained to this single soul.
i am walled in by flesh and bones.
trapped by heart and lungs;
my wardens.
the day comes for me.
it comes saddled atop the moon.
wrinkles mark my waning time.
i will soon be set free,
from the prison of my skin.
© zaji, 2016
