I hear sounds that my mouth didn’t make.
I hear words that you don’t ever say.
There’s a door, there’s a door to the cage.
I’m not afraid. I’m not afraid yet.
I see patterns of light in the dark.
When the red opens up, there’s a star.
In the sensory cave that you made; I lie awake.
I’m still awake.
I can’t move, like I’m stuck in the mud, I’m up to my neck.
Face in the flood, my feet in cement. Hey—
I’m confused by the shapes in the dark.
The thoughts in my head.
I know I’m alive, I thought I was dead.
words - palabras
thoughts - pensamientos
thought - pensamiento
there - ahí
stuck - atascado
stretch - tramo
still - todavía
patterns - patrones
shapes - formas
stairs - escalera
cathedral - catedral
outside - fuera de