She walks home every night from work; Like a ghost through the rain, in the dark. She can’t wait to feed the devil’s rage- Another slice of her age. The gate is open; She enters the cage. The drop burns

Wonderful and tragic the course of life. Caged in a circle, prisoner of time. There is a way to escape it written on a knife. Fear is the punishment; thinking is the crime. Spying with one sick eye, often