In Lockdown,

my nails grow slowly

They grow, and they grow, and they grow, and they grow

and they lock me in

​

a coffin

with a little laptop inside

so I can type, I can type, I can type, I can type

and never see the illegal light of day

Outside

things look different

the coffin bursts

I'm not dead

I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive

and I won't lock me in,

not with my

nails.