My Black Box

The black lines form

and corner to corner it closes on my head

and, someone somewhere whispers something to me 

but i cannot hear instead,

I lie back. 

I sit back.

I shuffle back.

And lean back on this black line 

forming corners above my head.

Breath. 

A man comes, heavy hammer in his hand 

and starts to crack the black lines, I scream. 

He stops. 

He starts. 

I scream. 

He doesn’t stop. 

I grab myself, my knees and like Velcro, 

stick them to my chest. 

I say please, and try to say it loud as best I can.

But still, he goes, on and on.

My black line box, lies around me in pieces.

My black line box, no longer a black line box,

but black line smithereens.  

I get up. 

I walk to the black void 

with no white lines to guide me.