This is a guest post by Marissa. Inspiration for this sketch came from this image.

I am digging out from under
The mountain of my own head.
No sound gets out,
No shouts or taps against collapsed walls
To confirm that I am living.

I am a plain white farmhouse
The jewel on the edge of the prairie.
See the empty driveway
And the windows full of blue light.

I keep my mouth
Closed around my tongue
And my fingers
Over my thumb.
I make a fist.