Flickering Light

Once you showed your shadow to me, I roamed your cell and watched, quietly as silent plans, began to emerge. That urge to be free, that surge of complexity was uncomfortable for me. Eventually, that thread of hope was cut into pieces. Flickering light, shattering, like prisoners, reflecting, gathering those pieces and holding them tight. A line of sight, two sided, something not right, despite the will to survive, the cell has divided itself, half light pulses, the memory transposes… Flickering light, shadows of hope return to fear, pieces of thread, washed away, shed like a tear.