Words get trapped,

Caught like a fox in headlights,

Startled. These are the ramblings

Of a mad woman, forever wrapped

In skin. No exposure.

They need air to survive,

Without it they lose all substance,

Vanishing. But they resurface,

And like the fox, they wish to escape

The eyes of monsters.

And you’ll never

Know the means behind my

Chains. My truths are tangled,

Weeds. Startled foxes

Caught up in weeds,

Getting nowhere.

Circles, circles, circles,

The words are running

Circles in my head, they

Search frantically.

A way out.

And now you’ll never

Know what my heart

Wants you to know,

This fox is caught in

Your headlights.