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I know a woman who wears a heavy silver chain

with a lock

that hangs

beneath her breast 

who holds the key

is she seeking someone who’s blessed?

denied
within her own skin

within her

manuscript of verse

this lasting impression

the ones she left behind

is it consent or a curse

body and mind always confined

in love’s imitation

someone’s going to lose

someone’s going to win

and in her defense

she is a version

of the past perfect tense

that is unable to keep silent

she substitutes pronouns

with adjectives

while her words are  always compliant

switching dialogue between
objectives

in the spotlight

up on stage 

which always seems to start
a monologue

on the edge of rage

could it be
it could be the passages

that unlock
forbidden conversations
with her skeleton key
one last time

within the aches and pains

that are swallowed with a splash of lime

the only time she is able to be free

with her lock and chain
there' is no option

apparitions that gather internally
some weakness to burn

questioning her return
longing to block all that consumes
positioned forcefully against the wall

by those memories that she exhumes
she is unable to escape the thrall

fighting with nothing left to prove

only hoping that someday her condition will improve