MONARCHS
Lalinda De La Fuente
The steel bars on my cell have long since rusted away,
The tainted citrus flakes fluttering monarchs at my feet.
They swell at the ground, a rising surge of orange wave,
Waiting for me to pull myself aside,
Heave my skin and bones out of these oppressing,
Repressing,
Suppressing,
Walls.
But their tissue wings lack the fortitude to lift,
Up and out,
My anvil heart.
In and out they dip and dive,
Beckoning me to flee,
Circling me in a dancing frenzy,
Closing in at my stale sides,
Waiting for my guard-less escape
Where no one remains to stop me.
