When you look out, you see light

Palms, dark fingers, chipped

Polish on the fingernails--

Arms that extended from two shoulders on

A chest

 

Locked up tight.

Treasures inside,

Try with all your might

To open, open, open it up wide.

 

S'a different kind-a

Social isolation--

Chasing kiddies on the playground

Living, playing tag with hands

That aren't yours,

 

But made-a

The meat shell that

That just can't feel a

Simple sensation like the real hazmat

 

In that head.