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...
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...
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...