Caged Feathers

I was not supposed to want you. Yet this touch, that touch, and everyone since seared in my mind -has scorched a trail through my synapses Returning to a core long lost. To the face I feared to see. I can not go back to blindness after sight. There is an inner spiraling tunnel she tumbles in -over and over peering over the edge of consciousness- the lost woman I hid, afraid to see, she saw me. In a mirror two sets of eyes- we recognized. And ever since I’ve looked the other way -afraid to see the lie I paint on in lipstick. The kohl darkened eyes, attracting esteem I no longer need. I need to be free. Feathers clutter a cages bottom -Hope does not stir anymore. Perched behind golden bars- Sequestered hidden- She acclimates. and molts freedoms path to the floor of her life.