Broken pencil poetry. Agoraphobia

Agoraphobia
5.5.22

Like from dry ice
Your soul suffuses from your body
And leaves its carcass behind.
Where to?
Now that you're free,
What will you do?
Kick that ankle chain away,
Don't even think
To put it back on!

Try as you might,
Your sky is still blue,
Your eyes are still hollow
And your mouth is still shut.

Those giant arms holding your body
Have released you.
Swim, little puppy!
Else you will drown
In this empty endless blue sky.