"Sunk without trace?"
It wasn't much of a vacation.
apparently living
"like a human pickle."
trapped cramped,
strapped to the sensation
strangled pinched.
panting choking
churning the air.
suspended on the spur
of the mundane moment,
dangling from a ventilation system,
suffocating!
hung and whipped by the many
pitfalls retained, lodged
caged. blocked locked again.
Prepare the dungeon
for the screwed up
doors and locks and silence.
hostages, eating away at the facade
of birthdays and holidays,
only to dredge up petrifying
sandwiches and cookies.
a long anticipated monotone
surrounded stunning
kidnapping capturing more slaves.
making beds and cleaning bathrooms,
ice caves. all washed and dried.
Meanwhile
pangs of dogged right and wrong,
posing hypothetical
snapped. crying wolf.
wagging their tail and trembling.
The real reason stood up,
begged
and simply crumpled.
"What kind of man are you?"
A pack rat snuck out of the box,
emptied.