the familiar shape, warm to the touch
and weighty with purpose
the tiny golden key lying in my palm
whose form i knew as well as my own
the piece of purple ribbon, fluttering,
torn from when i wrenched it from my neck
fits perfectly into the lock for which it was...
Days go by. My memories are getting so dim, how did I end up in here? I look out of the window through the bars and all I can see is the birds that fly by. They are so free and it brings the feeling of envy in my heart. A robin walks on the sill and notices me inside. It tilts it...
I constructed it myself, I built it as tall as I could and for that reason I cannot be reached, but must come down, voluntarily, however the door has jammed from my side and cannot be forced in only out.
I am in a tower that stays isolated, it is on the margins...