Demons In Freedom

There are flowers on my windowsill.

I don't know who they're from.

They smell like freedom

But I'm in chains

I can't stand their bright colors

They're making me crazy

I have to get rid of them

god they're so heavy

Throw them out the window!

Break the vase!

One petal remains,

A small token of freedom.

I tuck into my pocket

And sit back down on my bed.

Did I bring those flowers here?

I think I stole them from the hall.

I'm not supposed to leave my room

But the door was left ajar

And they can't expect me to stay.

If I sit still too long

My wallpaper comes alive

And I have to throw myself against the wall

To kill the demons there.

I rise again, to the window

And find a shard of the vase I smashed.

I hold it in my palm then make a fist

Until bright red blooms on my hand.

Such a lovely color...

It reminds me of freedom.