Freedom Bound

by Lauren   Jun 8, 2006


Her bleached bones
are worn with worry
as she runs her fingers
through her tangled hair
She's sick of wondering what he's up to but when she questions
he throws a glass plate
when she tells him she's leaving
it shatters above her head
and it sparkles a beautiful death
as the remains of the dishware
fall to the floor
He grabs her arm
begs her to stay
tossing her head
she's screaming "No Way."
breaking free with a new strength
the once trapped bird
is now Freedom Bound.

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