Poem: Confines

By: JD DeHart

Confines

She speaks with the mouth of
a creature who begs the stage.
She wants, needs, absurdly craves
to tell her story over and over
and loud.
She is confined by her own
shackles of perception, caged
by her own strange needs.
A voice calling, mewing,
as we leave her darkness behind.

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