Outside of my white room

I twist and turn

stretching for a desire that I don’t know how to verbalize

I crack my spine

and leave crescent moon indents in the skin alongside my ribs

my arms hug my body

with no straightjacket to keep them there

because freedom is an unfamiliar taste when you’ve been fed routine

and it stings the tongue in the same way that spice does

it leaves you wanting more

but the escape is mine

and I will claim that pain infinitely