little nymph laces up
steps out the door
into fresh barnyard light
and with the hound baying behind her
she goes past
all the crooked little cages
with their tired patient horses
waiting with dark brown eyes
begging for more
food, water, shelter, love
but the wells are dry
and the grass turned into dust
that she kicks up under her feet.
sorry, sorry, sorry
she thinks as she flees into the forest
if i could set you the same, i would
instead,
escape.
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