Closeness

Hell inside of me.

Investigating- she met a man.

They got together twice a week.

“We weren’t on the outside, we were on the inside.”

Enter a meditative state;

then answer the questions.

I needed to be close, but I was closed-in.

Fear of locked rooms.

Not good.

Both revolved around closeness.

This blackout poetry was made from the book Why People Don’t Heal and How They Can by Caroline Myss, page 49.