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| August 2001 / Volume Two / Issue Two | ||||||||
| Caroline Gupton | ||||||||
| Escape I want out I want to get out in the fresh air I have been locked away too long and my brain has grown fat I need to shake and rattle this rusty cage until it crumbles away I shall roam like a beast escaped from the familiar bars of the traveling circus cage I shall be amazed and aroused at the fear in the eyes of those who tremble to meet me on the street for they have only known me in my cage I shall trespass upon well-manicured lawns and feed on small pets savor the blood on my lips and tongue and let it stain my chin red My brain shall grow lean with my body and I shall steal away into the night disappear into its darkness and these city streets will only be a fleeting nightmare in my sleep |
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