I dream of running
grabbing a bag
disappearing
no longer held
by your golden tether
and pretty lies.

I dream of escape,
sweet freedom mine.
Where my name no is longer a curse on your lips
and your eager hands cannot reach my tattered skin.

I dream of fleeing
quick footed and silent,
leaving but a twisted photograph of our finest hour
and nothing of the me you thought you knew.

These dreams magnify my imprisonment
within your passionless walls.
I am trapped, this I know,
flailing helplessly,
entwined within your love-struck loathing.
Despised,
Seeing every piece of myself shatter
as the silence screams my name
too weary now to pick up the pieces
and bind them to my still beating heart