Escape
By Beatrice Preti
There was still metal, melting in my soul
it stung
as it hardened into solid gold.
And there were rocks
The gray-skulled demons of my forest heart
they barred my escape
they made me stumble and
fall.
i cut my chest, and the gold poured out.
Formed a fence around me,
binding me to the forest floor
a helpless prisoner
yet again.
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