i trudged through the streets,
tearing.
i winced at the chain at my feet.
i escaped.
battered, holding on to what is left of the truth
i did not deny, i held it up
"Revolution!"
i screamed, i whispered hoarsely.
and the sun felt good this time,
i was burning,
but the pain was far better
than the pain that festered in my soul.
for months, years. finally free.
i walked some more and the air was fresher from where i started.
i tripped and fell
and i see a hand in front of me
and i looked up
and i saw you.
