Claustaphobia

Screaming like a bat- too high to hear
heart thumps
no place to breathe
to move

I will die if I stay.
All of me votes
let's get out

cost, doesn't matter
plans be damned

I am gone from this land
concrete jungle
stacked as cordwood to the sky
people and building
cars
cars
cars
racing all around
everywhere there are cars

but no gas
no fuel

clogging every lane
every turn

white lines of matching tombstones
lines of matching houses
lines of cars'

flying like bats out of hell