abyssia

i want out.
i want to be free.
there is a terrible scream inside.
i only know i'm stuck here.
close the door dammit.
eat your peanut butter and goldfish.
speak of me no more.
free.
blah, blah, blah.
sweet smelling hand cream.
lick.
lap me up.
i bleed for none but you.
all of you.
your pain.
your lives.
your blessed hand cream.
a feather reminds me.
in the leaves.
did a cat kill the bird?
even wings do not secure freedom.
just another thing to be taken away.
take me away.
beat me.
make sure to carve me up and eat me.
i am tender and sweet.
i'm your kind of meat.
spinning. we spin but we do not notice.
i do not know if the sun will rise again.
i do not know if this cream will soften my skin.
sweet. sweet. sweet it is. and precious.
freedom.
memories haunt - snakes coiled about my arms.
then fire.
he looked but did not see me.
did not even stay to eat me.
time to go.