. .
Cushioned caves, soft moonlight.
To bend with the trees
as twisted shadows race.
Bad dreams writhe,
suspended in a hard-shelled cocoon.
Two brothers make plans to run away.
Surface rage is easily spent,
frustration wells in eyes that look
like the father's
as mother's distant voice-
chants her subliminal warnings.
Another bad memory busts through their door,
the moonlight is asked to wait outside.
Another childhood plan hangs in suspension.
I can't wait to see what crawls from the cocoon!
(because of...)
One more night in the cage...
One more night in the cage...
. .








maralisa

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