Hide-and-Seek

This poem was written during one of my darkest times last year. I haven't had the heart to go back and edit it because I don't really know what direction to take it...

I’m trapped. My heart is pounding the curved bars of its cage. Sharp pains pierce me. Creak. Creak. Magician’s swords slide slowly through my chest. My body discriminates against the air. It’s not allowed in anymore. It can’t, even if it wanted to. Thump. Thump. Thump. A chilling wave grazed over my skin covered statue of a body. I twitched slightly. Silence. Another sword slices through my chest cavity. My head is spinning. A numbing sensation begins at my feet, slowly crawling and consuming as it proceeds. Crunch. I gasp, almost silently. Grunt. My lower body is numb. My stomach roars. It has been neglected all day. It claws at me in anger. I am nauseous. Slam. Lub-dub-lub-dub. My head falls victim to a dizzy spell. Clouded thoughts. I am devoid of feeling. Bang. Bang.  My eyelids droop, then flutter open, then fall again, and repeat. Numbness reaches my chest. This is where the war begins. My heart is savagely trying to escape the curved cage. Stitched up, torn, and bloody, my heart is hysterical. The acute, stinging pain radiates from my chest to my head. My heart is uncontrollable. Numbness touches my heart and slowly shuts it down. It returns to its position in the middle of the cage and remains heavy. Crash. Bang. Shatter. Gag. Wheeze. Someone is stealing the air in the room. When the sensation reaches my head, it has been well-prepared. Emptiness. Desolate space. But one spark sends one final stabbing pain throughout my body, only to fall back into a numb limbo. Everything fades. There is suddenly tight pressure around my wrists and I am dragged swiftly out of my space. 

I have been caught. 

Now it’s my turn to seek, but I am sent back

into hiding.