OUT

OUT

She always had a sense of being trapped
All doors locked, shuttered windows too
That smothered by an old blanket feeling
To make her escape was her only dream
From a cloying presence, sickly as cream
And those deep scratches on the ceiling
Never quite sure what was false or true
But her submissive mind finally snapped

She turned to see the house she had left
For the first time, from outside its walls
Uncertain how she had ever lived there
A crumbling ruin, that never had a soul
To finally gain freedom, always her goal
But still felt its vibes, like ants in her hair
Now time to turn away before night falls
As the house now felt lonely, and bereft