Field of Vision

her arms had waisted away her hands were cuffed shackles incised her wrists her eyes weren’t motionless but all she could see was a wall and she felt like an infernal image of rage damned water welling up with no release for tears and solid incarceration all she had done was to think share her thoughts of reason with valid precision and rational logic had peacefully presented emotion and felt she had been doing no harm not an ounce of corruption but the scales of injustice weighed heavily and not in her favour they had not blindfolded her to never leave any doubt that she would be able to see the indisputable claim of the straight jacket which covered her naked torso her hair by now long and unkempt nails like claws unable to reach the foul wounds dug into her skin infested by vermin and vile contempt her gaze had turned inward on a downward spiral of defeat but she had nothing to confess could not betray anyone had she wanted to do so and nevertheless she was grateful that she knew nothing to part with ironically she was in full control of being completely out of control a scrawny residue of former pride she was way past hunger the last scraps of fat had vanished and yet so far she was a survivor although confusion was taking a toll her brain was wired into meshed pulp until finally she was so thin that she could move her delicate forearms maybe her captors were not so clever after all at first and at last she was able to turn and glimpse one ray of hope through a window with no hinges attached and a new field of vision appeared on the periphery central to her escape she slipped the fetters and knew that looking out for the truth had been worth the wait as she disappeared without trace 04th August 2021 Imagism Poetry Contest Sponsor Emile Pinet