Enthralled, I let loose
The brave and beautiful

Lions from their mean, metal
Cages,

Crush the pulse
That raced the ambulance.

Flammable,
The delicate stars

Begin their dimming
One by sour one.

Upon my palm, a bloom
Of bright red

Blood. I destroyed
My body inside

The car crash,
I never had. Spent a lifetime

Inside a box, my mind
A sea of tyranny.

I crawled the long corridor
To the kitchen

Where the windows never stop
Always opening

And closing. Smashed
Ophelia, then floating.

In a glorious red silk kimono,
An army of pin-pearls, and

Diamonds, bulleted
Into its butterfly folds.

Never, mother says,
And licks shut

The cold black box
Of memory’s coffin.