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A clean prison cell with a television, a bed, and the essentials.
Within the four walls, she waits for innocence to mean something.
When they decided “not guilty”, too much time had passed.
Her husband moved on, and she lost all the possessions she loved.
She leaves alone. Now free.
the days grow shorter
we’ll be there on the weekend
free to dream our dreams
And, now I am free of it, my cage;
the parchment paper fell away,
and the solidified ink blocks,
I slowly shaved them away
until the ink flowed again.
we live in a nation-state
so many labels stuck to us
we move through the streets, stuck
there is freedom, yet we are bound
weighed down by thoughts and beliefs
so we aren’t free within freedom from and to
we live in self-constraint
C & K 