I want to be contained
Not by someone else’s box, or thoughts, or expectations
I want to be enclosed
In sheaths of tones, water, beats
I want the leaking to stop, the valve closed, the spewing thwarted
I want the vomit to exit the brain
And not return.
I want to feel emptiness
Not because I seeped
Not because I couldn’t hold my own
Not because I couldn’t contain myself
But because I was contained.