The Tower
There are seven ways to make it.
Comply, Deny.
Make that two, for such are the only ones that matter.
A rabbit makes her way into the cave of snakes she calls her home.
So unique, so different.
Loneliness is not akin to being alone.
The snake cave is her home,
Her world, her universe.
The venom, the callousness,
Her world, her universe.
Was it an illusion?
There are seven ways to make it,
Two words disappear.
One in exchange for a mountain.
One welcoming Spring.
Copyright © Ahyana Gaskins | Year Posted 2022
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