I've decorated my cage
with black lace
To make it feel more homely
Because here I am
and all the doors are locked from the outside

I've been playing
hide and seek with my sanity
and I've lost the coin toss again
So it's my turn to count
to 52 backwards and in Latin
.
...
.
I hate giving you a head start
.
...
.
I've needed to escape for a while now
Lying fetal in my porcelain sanctuary
as scalding liquid bullets of sympathy
beat my tired body
It drowns out the tension

I've been this captive
imprisoned on a hostile battleground
Where pirates steal my optimism
and if a lead vest were to keep me safe
I'd paint it chartreuse with fusia polka dots
.
...
.
I like the shock
.
...
.
I've been kept in the light
because they know it burns and
behind this cold steal
I've suffocated on prayer
and been blinded by haggard appearances

I've been a bitter play mate
to a sadistic child
who likes to tear the wings off of beautiful things
But now as I tire, my smile is persistant
and I'm packing up my lace
.
...
.
because in 7 months and 13 days
I'll bid you all my farewells
and walk away with my key

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