Confined Living Spaces
I packed my bags
up with the
essentials:
A toothbrush
my glasses
an old ratty t-shirt
a pair of worn out sneakers
(not that I’d
be needing them).
But as soon as
the (oddly)
warm air hit
my flushed face,
I knew I wasn’t
leaving.
I was still
stuck
in the
wheel chair.