from within her cage,
she gives voice to her cries,
as she twists her fingers,
waiting for the beast, to pry open
the gates, to her destiny,
.
she is a woman lost,
bewildered, in the wild world,
imprisoned by herself,
she is the color of a dead life,
inflicting herself to solitude,
.
she is the beast herself,
the captive, who could set her free,
but she is too preoccupied,
with the illusion of pain,
forgetting, that she herself is her destiny
.
Dreams and thoughts... 