Can I escape ?

The guard laughs

I swallow hard,
a shiver travels all the way up my spine

Can I bear this weight forever ?
Or will I inevitably face my own doom?

I did not choose the bars from which I lie behind,
and yet now I sit staring at them.

They stare back at me and I am finally able to see;

I will not escape.
For my very prison,

is me.

She was so young
And then she was not
He left with no shame
And she was named a *****

a little cat
sprawled out on the windowsill
gray splotches scatter her coat
a kiss of gold brushes her nose

a soft purr
grumbles

stretching her whole body she yawns, flashing her wicked grin

there her dusty green eyes flicker
as they draw to a close

Green grass probes my feet, wrinkling my    
nose
A blue sky lets my eyelids grow heavy      
  longing for rest
Cars swish by
Dusty wheels turn on and on
Old roads never end

Everything is so big
But I am so small
All
                                         The
          Stars
                      In
   The
                         Sky
They shine down on me
I can’t help but wonder when I might shine back at them.

A little girl no longer so young
She weeps because she is older
Forced off a cliff she hadn’t seen
Flailing,
      screeching,
                   grasping,
for a sturdy point to take hold
But alas not one remains
She falls
They watch
She dies.


By: Sophia Coe