Make An Escape Poem by fleur the tulip sniper

Make An Escape



lockpicks tick
in the barrel
where the key should click

dancing over tonuge and groove
the puppetmaster
making them move

a clandestine art.
to, from the inside,
take something apart

surreptitious smile
quiet fingers work for a while
stealthy never hostile

won't be here for long
soon it will be open
and i...far gone

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