Poem 20160329

Posted on March 29, 2016 by crow

there are signs
it wants to break free

straining against its chains
skin raw meat
at ankles and wrists
testing its strength
against cold, fire-forged links
of its own making

what would you do with your freedom?
a love potion? curse? plague?

the muse rattles her chains
and grins
showing blood-slicked teeth

yes

——

Published by crow

I'm a writer and a dabbler. I live in Washington. View all posts by crow

onecarriage March 29, 201611:16 pm

Terrifying. Loved it.
1. Crow March 30, 20165:03 am
  
  Thank you.
Poet Rummager April 2, 20164:55 pm

Holy moly — exquisite! ❤️
1. Crow April 2, 20166:24 pm
  
  Knew you would enjoy it!
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