Confined by Christina Suraci [Poetry]

Confined, more like a ball and chain

I’d rather be where the sun hits my face, not where the metal from my brace freezes to my leg

Sit up straight, don’t lean that way, don’t forget to wiggles your toes,
blisters on feet from my brace from being worn for more than 6 hours a day 

knees locked at a 90 degree angle,
could you blame me for making a major bitch face to get me through the day?

counting the hours til I get to pump my legs, feel the blood flowing through my veins

relief washes over

Confined they say? I just broke that ball and chain.

Written by Christina Suraci

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