Decision

I wrote this one during church today. I went to an Ani DiFranco concert about a month ago and in one of her songs, she sang "Don't you think every kitten figures out how to get down?". I wrote it in my moleskine the second after I heard it. I planned on writing something with it later. Flipping through its pages: turns out, today was Later.


Now she must escape
from the oak prison
she chased like a ribbon.

The allure betrayed her
as she moans, awkwardly stranded
in perceived paradise.

Cries pierce the echoed night
and slamming windows muffle her pleas,
now offered in futility.

Light becomes a memory,
forcing decision between
Death and
Distance.

Staring down plunging paths,
Imagining the future of Constancy
if survival agrees with her.

Perched exile,
she contemplates the leap.