Escape
By pumadelta
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Escape
This vessel, this house, this cage-
Eating-
Sleeping-
Shitting-
Pain-
Again and again and again,
Flesh garment, no release, nowhere to run,
Where ever I go, it goes too-
Where ever I lay it lays too-
Sharp, perfectly precise, velvet
Red, hot,
Viscous liquid running down my face.
Oh how I long to escape this haunted embrace
Flesh prison, hiding and blocking
My inner vision,
I look over my life like some kind of late revision,
Learned to late, now this is the life that’s on my plate.
Perfect precise, down my neck
Trickling down, red warm, I’ll never forget-
Down my chest to my navel-
At last, at last, how I’ve waited to step
Out from this hellish shell, my inner light,
Free from this plight,
Spirit free,
Among the stars is me!
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Pumadelta, this is painfully
Pumadelta, this is painfully alive with lots of inner rhyme and rhythm, 'vision, prison, revision.' The sharp pain and 'red hot viscous' tears gives the impression of a the storyteller dying from a heart attack. Elsie
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I'm in the odds on this
Some of it as Elsie says very good, sharp, hot english, yet other bits deflect from the poem and need
some sorting out. I don't feel the edge yet.
maisie Guess what? I'm still alive!
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