The shoe

The webs began to form, as the spider spun around its prey like flies to waste.
Her mind was a tarnished flower that wilted underneath the suns rays.
People could walk in, but no one could escape.
Trapped inside like hollow cocoons where nothing flourished–
No butterflies exist.
It was a game of cat and mouse as they all tried to escape.
The feeling of loneliness sunk in when the lights turned out and swallowed them in darkness’s cave.
Chaos erupted and her heart beat swiftly.
No one knew she was screaming.
Trapped inside as the voices arose to a mere whisper.
It was then that she no longer suffered.

The broken

I lay here just for a little while—
The room has ceased to spin and my mind boggles yet again.
I’m trapped inside myself with my heart beating outside my chest.
These walls are caving in and my mind fluctuates between reality and fantasy.
I can’t shake the memories—
Each vision of my surrender is like a thousand tiny blades into my back.
The pleas for peace in my broken voice and the tears of joy when the war was over were spoken in nothing more than a mere whisper.
The emotions resurfaced as the life inside me faded in and out of consciousness.
The little flicker of hope barely in existence and yet it’s clung to so dearly.
A small tremble escapes me during the aftermath and I’m forced to look up.
There is no god here, no one up there above the clouds to watch over those who can’t defend themselves.
The reinforcements are here, freeing me from this cell where I’ve served nearly two life terms.
I may be free to leave, but the bracelet attached to my ankle tells me they will always know where I am.
What is freedom if it comes with limits?
Is anyone ever really free to live?