Victory Poem by Elizabeth Grace

They've always told me
there's not much meaning
when you get out of here.
They've always said
that it's more fun here,
that you feel better here,
that out there you will
be lost to the elements.
They've tried to tell me
that there's no other way
but salvation
by way of razor blades
isn't what I need.
Not anymore,
and they're screaming
for blood as I lock them
in the drawer,
but I smile,
and turn away.
I have won
for today.