The Flight

The Flight

Miles of skin

To be touched, to be felt

To be loved, to be carressed.

Veiling the iniquity lying beneath

Fancying to emerge and to screech.

But what will they think?

Heart so innocent, so chaste, so white

So why this agony, this fright?

Seeks to conceal but the skin peels

Unshackling the fiends, unchaining feels.

They laugh with evil tones

Runs and runs hurting her bones.

Reaches the end; Jumps.

They think she fell