Dungeons, within dungeons,
within minds.
Creepy rasp of rhetoric
grasps chains,
yanks blames,
tires of games;
ending collapsed.
Stairs? Where? No,
no…though for a moment,
she thought she saw escape,
from herself.
Holes, within caves,
within her.
Patches leaking hysteria
snarl chains;
who’s to blame?
She’s what she became,
ending elapsed.
Vowels? Trowels? No,
yes…maybe, momentarily,
she thought she saw escape,
from herself.
Shadows, within darkness,
within soul.
Whining without will power,
forging chains;
accepting blame?
Kept within the frame,
circle relapsed.
Light? Height? No,
not for her… moments lie,
she will expose her escape,
into herself.
