i would rather tell you a fairytale

i would rather tell you a fairytale  June 13, 2018
110 pounds
16 years old
2000 anno domino
i’m in a cage
the detention center
is over capacity
so six girls
sleep in a portable building
where the broken bunks
are abandoned
a portable building
with steel grates
bolted over blacked
out windows

you can go home
(and die) the officer said
or i can arrest you
so i cooperated
with the handcuffs
and degradation
of hands
searching my body

a man with a gun
screaming he’d kill me
or a man with a gun
screaming he’d kill me?
this is the story
of me
a girl
in a cage

140 pounds
34 years old
2018 anno domino
i’m in a cage
my own mind
is over capacity
so six ghosts
sleep in my heart
where the broken children
are abandoned
a heart
with steel grates
bolted over blacked
out windows

write about your childhood
the letter to a poet said
that jewel beyond all price, that treasure house of memories (Rilke)
so i cooperated
with the unveiling
and exposing
of ink
spilling

a little girl hungry
whimpering he’ll kill me
and a woman weary
whispering he’ll kill me
this is the story
of me
a woman
in a cage

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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