Cemented
She cut his tight strings
with a pair of scissors -
a clipping sound
of new adventure,
a wandering
of wondrous things,
just over the hill
but far from home.
Pulled on hiking boots
over her restless feet
walked on down the road
no longer carrying her load
free to be me, she said
before I’m stone cold dead,
encased in strangling dread.
No longer tied forever
or poured in cement,
she’s let off the hook
and absolved of rules.
But what’s that rope
blocking her trail,
anchoring her soul
and tying her
to man she just left?
Elastic rope pulls her back,
snapping against her skin,
to the jail she knew
and tried to escape -
a nightmare of strings
choking her will
into final submission.
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