The Room of Vases

My legs are always locked together Even though I don't like it I make myself do it A rock in my fist that I throw It always hits a vase Other than the rock and I There are the vases All different but all just as fragile I can't move my legs Everyday Shattering Thoughts racing Breathing Heart beating Silence The vases always remake themselves The rock always comes back The only options I can take Hold the rock Throw the rock The other options ones unwilling Choking myself Shoving the rock in my throat Banging the rock against myself Screaming Nothing