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Back Door Escape Route
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I Walk Naked Into a Cloud
Waking up from slumbered hell,
the broken dishes still littering
the decaying kitchen sink,
What bothered him the most
were the tangled weeds that
erupted against the back door.
This had been his escape route.
To one day open the back door,
to flee like a nimble ballerina
into the alley behind this prison
once considered a home.
What would need to be done first?
Should he take care of the mess
growing like lice in the kitchen?
Or sweep the broken promises
that were lying scattered on
every surface of the floor?
Maybe he should take care
of the weeds that had sprung up
against his back door escape route?
Never mind.
He'd just go back to bed.
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