I sharpened them just for you,
Cat clawing from the barrel only to reach the impenetrable layer.
Back to the bottom,
Hollow and damp,
Harvest light cracking through the seams and I can smell and feel the other side despite being contained.
I shaped the wind,
Wrapping it tightly around my oppressor,
I shook the earth with might,
I shattered the sound barrier with screams
And when the walls, rotted with tears and bloody claw marks finally crumbled,
The only person I recognized was myself.