She thought of escape as she stared out the window

The frost on the windowsill in shapes of wilted willows

If it were up to her she’d be off somewhere secretive

Somewhere alone where she could be excretive


No shit.



She threw up her arms and she screamed into black

The stars shuttered with her might, the howl she’d cracked

She climbs through the window and takes the first breath

The fresh air through her locks, she assesses the breadth



She actually jumps and there’s nowhere to fall

Though this girl’s not afraid, she belongs to the pall

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