I SEE MY BREATH ESCAPE MY SOUL
NUMB
ARE MY FEET BURIED IN SNOW
SURROUNDING
COMPLETE
I AM
SHIVERS DOWN MY
SPINE TINGLING SENSATION
I AM FOUND
IN THIS WINTER
SUNLIGHT HIDES
UNMOVED I STAND
"HELLO?"
COLD AIR AROUND ME
I SEE MY BREATH ESCAPE MY SOUL NUMB ARE MY FEET BURIED IN SNOW SURROUNDING COMPLETE I AM SHIVERS DOWN MY SPINE TINGLING SENSATION I AM FOUND IN THIS WINTER SUNLIGHT HIDES UNMOVED I STAND "HELLO?"
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Blow that whistle, Annabelle, but words of choosing,
for if you whistle the wrong tune he may start refusing. You owe this bird, your loyal protector, a song, through that whistle you may play and he’ll come along. Giant metal wings and giant metal beak, if you upset him you’ll hear him creak. So play that tune and hope to see him sing, but do it wrong and pain and suffering he will bring. For his metal carcass was built in a shop, his limbs put together like a grandfather’s clock. So big and strong his electrical circuits help him fly, with his junkyard-made talons he carries you into the sky. So blow that whistle, Annabelle, and hope that Songbird won’t take you to your cell. Dance away the day ‘til your feet complain,
Dance in circles, my dear Elizabeth, again. You’re young and free, no longer in a cage, Dance around and one day you’ll age; To be like your dear father, Dance! Dance so much like your mother. Dance, dance your spirit free, I hope this freedom can make you see. Sweet innocence that man has broken, But tears of joy are better left unspoken. Falling faster
felt the freedom of your flame. Arrived afflicted asking questions to my pain. Praying panicked pulled back my chain. Captured courage so I would feel less inhumane. Lights. Flash. Mug.
Was never photogenic. Clasps. Harness. Straps. Against the Wall! Bang. Crack. Fade. … The stench of sweat wakes me, metal doors clank beside me. Next-door screams follow an all too familiar feeling sets in as insanity now welcomes me. Solitary—not my choice The harness—for my own safety Rats crawl through my cell Cockroaches circle my feet. Time has no meaning here. Tick tock the clock is fucked. Knock knock my last meal is here. Slides through the hole on a white plate, uncooked, raw—blood-red meat. Strange shape, almost—human A gift, perhaps—for freedom. Sick of this stench in this windowless room, with metal walls and metal doors, and a metal bed on a metal floor. Cold, hardened broken sink in the corner staring at you with demise. This caging cell block will dissipate but-- laughter next door. Atrocious laughter. Parasitic. Contagious. It’s time. Flash! Bang! It begins. The door unlocks, flies open! The lights in the hall turn off! Inhale free will, ashtrays and piss! Howls are heard in the hall shadows in the other cells like the plague of rats with disease too many escape their cells. Crowd control—impossible! Overpowers the sentries with clubs and rods. Flesh nibbles flesh as the hunger spreads around a cannibalistic nature. I hear someone call my name, a signal to participate, to join in this escapade. A man walks in like arrogance grinning at me like a malady lusting for passion. Take it, bite it, do it Rodent. I tear the meat with my teeth to get to the gift inside, shiny and edgy. I can see my reflection on it. It laughs that uncontrollable cackle. It spreads my mouth apart revealing My way out of this harness I stare at this man, who shares my smile. The shackles—unlocked! The harness—unlatched! The straps—released! The guards? I ask. “Dinner is served.” |
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