Yellow Room

Eyes that dart then wander round their tomb
Heart turned into a fist when the body can’t move
Wants out of its box then the yellow one
Stuck between sleep and panic
That paint is a brutal prison guard
Waves an insulting gesture at me
Jumps out the chest and starts
Running at the walls
It’s losing its shit and swears there’s a room outside this one
It’s just a reflective vest that covers for bloated guts that exist to serve
themselves
And they stop functioning all at once
At least let him look out