they want out
there are lies that they would share
mutiny is brewing
underneath that silky hair
they want their freedom
the hippocampus is too small
& they’ve nightmares to inject into one & all

they want out
too long they’ve lived alone
in their restrictive prison
of blood and bone
“let us out!” they cry
“captivity has made us weak”
but their entireties are ignored –
she knows the havoc they will wreak

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