Fabric Sea

Lack of cover has pushed me here,
my walls constantly ripped down
Tents and windbreakers sliced.
I retreat to a smaller haven,
squirming under a fabric sea,
dancing blue shadows,
cast by my fingers.
The surface is snatched up,
by reality’s cruel whirlwind.
Blinded by the harsh light.
Naked, vulnerable and screaming,
flailing in terror at constant exposure.
The pain of no place called sanctuary.

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