Oxidisation

Hidden.

Safe and enveloped in its dirty whiteness.

Grubby and gooey, yet familiar,

The dank of it, sticky and vile yet protected.

The cost of this safety is oxidisation,

A flaking of the surface, mixed with tears,

Slowly filling your cocoon with viscous liquid,

Toxic and insipid.

The twist in your abdomen feeds your fear,

Fighting your natural urge to submit to the intimacy of your container.

The bones of your heart crave freedom.

But they cannot break free.

Protection has a price, this is yours.