An Encounter with Freedom

Loud grin

Silent laugh

Shedding

Unfurling wings

They fall, a heap at my feet

Stepping over them, right foot brushes against a sock, left toe feathers a burden

Curiosity boiling in my stomach

Steam distorting my sight

Anything gushing from between my teeth

My mouth to move, whether air, or passion, or mouth

My fingers

Me

Rolling hips, heavy breath

Mine, whenever

Not now, not yet

Just mouths, just hands

They always say that there is a lightness

But it is more like a guttural shriek

Of joy, of being able to open your mouth and scream

To feel the ground beneath your feet and not be floating just above

The hot coals, the egg shells, all the clichés of hot and soft and delicate

Because I’m not delicate

anymore

My teeth are no longer an army

Thoughts no longer a trigger

Naked I Stand

Here I Am

Corsetless

Be careful when you return, slithering snakes back around your throat, in your throat

A muzzle, a blanket of kind treachery and guilt-tripping care

I trip over my clothes to dress, pulling strings to tie my coffin

Remember how it feels

Soon, you can return