She was wild

like poison,

desperate to be free.

Barefoot and running,

so they couldn’t see.

A deeper place

drawing in the back

of her mind.

Where her words

moved in circles,

to outsmart time.

A beast laid bruised

within her heart.

While revelations

of escape

danced in the stars.

But the days grew grey

and bitter as she stared.

Drawing up misery

in the space behind

her hair...

-HMG