I take these closed blinds with me when my shelter runs out of supplies to keep your stares blind don't you dare call me fragile
our bodies used to be shelters a roof to keep us safe but we keep raising our fences
we lock ourselves into a cage with no hands around to hold us we don't remember feeling safe we found these guards as replacement to make sure we don't escape
with no body or soul in sight it's safe to assume that there will be no surprise that we didn't choose