She felt it all around her. It bound her deep and tight.
The shadows crossed her face. Lines of dark, lines of embrace.
She moved within the confines, bright safety and restriction
All together, all sparkling at her.
She brushed against the bars, watched them sparkle in the light.
Gold is a beautiful thing, something we must have.
It was all around her, she had all she wanted. More than she could take.
She stroked it, caressed it, coveted it, and it sparkled and shone for her.
As time went by the bars shone more vividly. The soft bed was a coffin within.
She cursed and spat at the door. Shut, closing the world without.
Trapped forever within. All things she needed, and by now none she wanted.
She screamed at the beautiful prison. She swore and paced and shouted.
The shining light mocked her with it’s kiss. She wanted the freedom she could see.
She smashed the curved wooden chair, etched deep with the shape of her body.
The splintered pieces lay broken and bloodied, their shuddering death a delight.
Finally, she pressed upon the door, and it fell open. Fell with a weep, fell with a shudder.
Never locked, always scared, the door died.
Blinking in the fluorescent glow of the outside, hearing the screaming caw of the sky birds
she saw the hinges were soft cotton, and sneering, she kicked a wall, and watched
as the cage collapsed
Fell in on itself to lie dying. A shuddering heaving tormented pile.
Something now only to be covered with the filth of time, and eventually
the freedom to join with the dust of the stars