Escape
There are many ways.
The spirits say there are.
Ways to escape.
There are gaps through the bars.
I could flatten my body and slip though.
Or so they say.
The medicine counter calls us.
They call us every day.
The voices go deeper.
I try to flatten my body, but my mom calls.
Blurting things out, and crying.
Then flatness.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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