He felt trapped
in an odd-shaped prison
too awkward to escape.
Squashed against the sides he
pushed with his hands and feet
but nothing budged.
Except his bones.
They began moving backwards,
tightening against his skin
which remained still,
awkward to escape.

© Carl Burkitt 2017

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