Chains
I will not be encaged behind a white picket fence
I will tear at it with a frothing blithering madness
Ripping, charging, moaning, shrieking
Pedestrians stop and stare
Children gawk
Elders tut
Wriggling fingers
Writing limbs
Splintered flesh
Grind me down
Melt into me
Revel in my cage
Splash in my puddles
Walk out on this water
Calm these raging seas
Make a mantra of my rage
Beat a tattoo from my clenched fists
Make love in my shade
Shoot a picture
Make it pretty
Violence erotic
Agony hilarious
Pain empowered
Shout prayers to the sky
Wail in the roads
Ashen hair
Torn garments
Shaken form
Bury me deep
And deeper still
And deeper still
Be still.
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