Hearts Against Will

by: Iolanda Scripca

Gray buildings tell the story of butterflies in nets
The Victory Avenue seemed longer than before
Her blonde hair snowed by evil
- a gazelle caught in iron curtains,
Trapped in cracks of cobblestones -
A white horse passes her by
sliding on an unfamiliar surface with a fresh wound in his thigh,
running away from the Slaughter House perhaps...
She cannot wear gloves
Stores do not carry them for wings
Worried, terrified parents behind her are stopped at the gate
"I'll be just fine" - her mouth - a poem in itself -
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Darkness, underground stalactites of hate,
Padded walls - so screams of Humanity can be easily muted
Dark, cold suits with sharp silvery ties give her a pen and a paper
to sign off her rights to... Love
She cannot not grab the pen with her wings...
"Just let her go!" - sighed the only guard secretly in love...