Wednesday, June 16, 2010


i once thought that crying was a form of hurtness
of tears shed
of smeared eyeliner
of that dry heaving that happens after you cannot cry anymore
the pooling saltiness that pools at the edges of your pillowcases
i found myself in front of a mike today
crying out
in quite a different form
"chained" i cried, "chained" i cried
chained at the ankles
heartstrings chained
lives chained
unable to leave and go anywhere else
no room for growth
chained we cried, chained
tied up
twisted up
arms legs a sweaty head
is there escape
or relief
or freedom
or simply feeling chained is enough
to make one cry

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