Escape

These are the tightest handcuffs I've ever worn,

not to both wrists, another, no.

The my home I have been sworn.

It keeps me attached to the low.



I'm grabbing in the dark,

for a new key.

while she circles me,

she is a shark.



And through the windows,

I see their faces dangle keys,

and I rip my sinews,

reaching to be free.



They wear handcuffs as well,

for they too lie in the dark.

I see more faces who have fell,

painted on each back, a target, a mark.



We organize, we plan

through the windows ajar.

We believe we can,

get so, so far.



Now we've broken parts of ourselves,

just to hold hands.

Put new pictures on the shelves,

We did it, we ran.

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