Cement Cage

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 03, 2017

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I will play a game today

She says to herself, putting her hands out to the cement sky

Today I am a butterfly

Her golden hair is a river of tangles

Her apple cheeks raising like the mountains' summit

I will fly

Her arms extend as she twirls in her circle of black and blue

Tomorrow I will turn into a princess, my gown ritzy pink

A smile so soft falls off her face as the steps of cacophony eat their way toward her

Her frail bones shake in their sheet of skin

The beating of her heart is music like a rabbit on the verge of tachycardia

Sweat makes wine like fresh rain as it slithers down her once beauteous pale face

She sits on her springy bed as fast as she can

She becomes a porcelain doll that sits elegantly upon her shelf

A pretty display she is to enterain

She has mastered the art of stillness

The door to her room creaks open

Her mind spins whimsical tales of valiant knight and towering black dragons

Fantasizing, she envisions a blue sky like she's never seen before

Here, in her mind, she is free

Here, the bed is as still as her statuesque body

A bird flies over head, she longs to touch it

But, this crow foretells of mysteries to come

She waves, wanting its attention as it soars above with no bars to contain it

The man doesn't speak as he pulls her fantasies away

Back to reality, her land of gray cement

He smiles, his eyes the abyss of unfathomable torment

His demeanor seems to say, I'll be back tomorrow

As he leaves, he closes the heavy door behind him

The lock clicks in place

A tender body that quivers from more than chill

A cage she will escape from

Her tears cease as she catches sight of the light fixture above her

It's just in reach, which gives her peace

Humming, she stands on her bed, weaving the story of her sheets above her

A lovely freedom they will bring

She smiles as she places the cloth ring over her head

Securing it like a warm hug against her tiny neck

Tomorrow I will turn into a princess, my gown ritzy pink

She calls out to the crow as she makes her flying leap

And I will be the dragon that guides you through the night

The crow sings in her ear

 



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