trapped

again
I am shrunken to fit
into my cape-cod style
dollhouse

its furniture is painted on its walls
carpet stencilled on its floor

there is no stairway
to escape the second story

I stand at the edge
of the open back wall
looking out

to stay means I must face
malevolence within
to jump
a fall
of unknown consequence

for years
I have teetered
at this precipice

I never turn back
I never go forward

I am always swallowed
in a black void
of indecision