Escape

i wanted to run away with that Sagittarius bitch with gorgeous cheekbones. maybe i should have. i could have done a lot of things. i could have screamed so loud my mouth would stretch inside out over my body to swallow. i’m in your bed suddenly you’re gone and she drags her claws from my face to my feet. i’m in paralysis with my mouth agape. scratches in vertical stripes like old fashioned jail bars. my little red soul bends them, and crawls onto your floor. sasha grey winks at me from the poster adjacent to the bed. i don’t remember where i went when i climbed out the window. flickering like a flashlight on low battery i dance forward, eating up broken yellow lines on the street ahead. from now on I'll replace "coula shoulda woulda" with “thy will not mine be done.” cut my losses and go