.............Locked In The Bedroom For A Year....Mississippi Poem by elysabeth faslund

I will not cry. I will not scream. I will
Watch demons, thorn-crowned,
In bedroom corners of
Daylight shadows.

When did this begin, with no end...ever
Beginning again...
Tentatively closing the Door..
Waiting for words. None.
Nothing.

Epic clicks of a lock, sealing the
Seventh Sign into the Valley.
Beauty out windows...
Pane glassed in freedom.
Release.

Demons granted me soft sheets...no escape.
Salvation was their crowns, thorned.
Words secured royalty of isolation...
Freedom of memory.
Cruelty.
Satin sheets, alone in those Days of Nights.

Three lock clicks. One...mine. Everyday.
Always.
My mind danced outside panes. Reveling winged
Flight.
Flitting through acres of forest.
Freedom.

Release my hair. Do not pull me back to insanity I lived through.
Always his car, twisting cruelty toward the
Door.
Demons laughing thorns, blood...blood
With the click of a lock.

I never cried. I never screamed.
My soul did.

One Saturday, I flew through locks...
Left him with demons he created..

And danced with. He reveled the joy of thorns...
Behind locks.