I know why the caged bird sings,
it wants a fatal release.
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Bible in hand, she prays for love
as the tears drip down her tired face.
She looks at a light in the attic -
it seems so dim from where she stands,
it's almost as if it doesn't exist.
Like the Satanic Verses, his words poison,
like ricen laced razorblades to the soul;
"Beloved, I never meant to damage flesh,
upon your innocent and young arms."
Paradise Lost, purgatory preferred
than the licking flames of the Inferno.
It's the Twelfth Night she suffered alone,
in Uncle Tom's Cabin, bleeding unsaid truths,
from sacred skin sessions - he said he loved her,
but love is one of those words, like faith
that never prove themselves true.
This is Alice's adventures in wonderland,
all prettied up and ready to go; she leaves the note
shes planned for days until he leaves, to leave it on his pillow.
Running, like Angel Falls, as she whimpers out loud,
knowing life would never be the same again
and her dreams would never again be fairytale endings,
instead some sordid little game, replayed in her head.
As the call of the wild intices her; needs to survive -
she leaves the road she once knew so well.
Where the sidewalk ends, her past does too.
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