Think Outside the Box

I can't notice the upper corners of my room
without it starting to spin
faster and faster until everything's numb
and my head finally pops off like a bottle cap

I am somebody's unwanted birthday gift
trapped inside a perfectly sealed package
banging fists upon the cardboard walls
always screaming
sickening me is the sudden disfigurement of my head
of my mind, which is a box within a box
inside of a box filled with bad memories and broken VHS tapes

Duct-taped in my own little cube of isolation
self-destruction
emotions rapidly boiling
because I left the pot of salted water on the stove too long
leaving such a mess
that I always forget to clean
and still, my eyes are locked onto the corner like a padlock
of which I've misplaced the key

This room is a spinning form
soaring the galaxies
and I am so nauseated by the constant motion
yet so captivated by where the walls are met
I feel I might just spew
my insides onto the paper floorboards
gathering the vomit pooling around my feet
spilling it back into my head
my skull encasing it like a vault

My room is the box
no one bothered to pick up from the post office
causing it to forever spin seemingly upon it's own axis
through this endless purgatory
I will never be found