I am kept in a cage of sunlight, ribbed in shadow
The sun is blinding me, but I am warm
There is a girl across from me
Red head.
Her cage is shadows
I wonder if she's
Cold
They tell me to
'Think about it.'
Like I'll ever give
In
There's a banging
Someone's trying to escape
It's useless. I've tried it
Before
My cage is number 924
A perfect view
Of the EXIT sign
Ironic
And the trees
Outside
Also Ironic
There's a square on the floor
Maybe it's a trap
Door
To get me out of here
Goes to Neverland
Doesn't matter.
I'll never get
There.
If I reach through the shadowy bars
I can grab the dark vermillion
Yarn
On the tiled, speckled
Floor
Maybe I can devise an escape
Probably
Not.
Pat, pat, pat, pat
People walking by
People who are
Free.
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