She started screaming
in her head
and couldn’t stop.

All day long
she was followed by
the sound of herself
pounding the bars
clawing to escape...

You only get one You. While I like to compare my body to a garden, a car, or a well-oiled machine, it’s not. The difference is, if I don’t take care of my car, I can get another one. If I let my garden go to weeds or find out that the soil is all rocks and salt- I can go and garden somewhere else. But my body? This is all I get. http://amyfreeman1000.blogspot.com/