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Photo by Clem Onojeghuo on Unsplash

this therapy chamber
in its idle time
extracts the
vulnerable sides of me

irrepressible squeals
hollers of inadequacies
sealed within
four locked doors

i’m voluntarily trapped
an emotional piece of cargo
oscillating cross-legged
barefoot, pounding the wheel

mopping tears across my
thighs and leather
sequels relive prequels
in multi-minute sessions

the prescription is
no interrupt, no judge
it’s merely a keeper of
overload

to the left of my right
temple bears an imprint
from the wheel propping up
the windup of release

and then…a lighter and
lifted-self exits ready to
prepare a delightful
dinner for the evening