It slips from her tongue-
a venomous truth,
sentencing her to a damnation
of metaphorical chains around her wrists-
holding her hostage
to an overused lie.
She craves to be set free-
what needs to be said
to the keepers of the restrictions
that hurt so many.
They enforce a pain,
a knife stuck between four chambers-
loneliness, hope, love, and compassion.
she sits on the stone cold floor
with no hope.