• There is something waiting to claw out of me.

    I can feel its hind legs lodging its curved talon into my pulsing, aching mind.

    But, god, there is no real way it can find a detour out of my mind.

    I have to coax it out, with good music, literature, and emotions.

    But I can’t even catch wind in a bottle.

    How am I supposed to surface something so intangible?

    There is something waiting to claw out of me.

    I can feel its baby fingers gently holding my detached throat.

    It’s choking me gingerly, with a reminder that it wants out.

    But it’s blind.

    I’m no seeing dog.

    There is something in the living room, and it had clawed out of me.