Apologies For Living On

I am living on because providing apologies is easy once— i was making choices with insanely safe ideas of fleeing-madly-and-flying-away i was a helpless girl against the brutal world of bottom-patting-and-breast-pinching i was craving for security the kind i had only known while aimlessly-afloat-and-speculating-in-the-womb now— i am locked away a terrified princess waiting for-death-and-not-any-brave-prince i don’t dream or think i just remember and wince at-voices-of-the-past-smirking-in-sarcasm once— i ran away in the darkness nothing beaconed me more than the prospect-of-solitude-and-the-caress-of-a-million-stars i ran into the arms of the ravishing night nothing pulled me back: not even the memories of-love-i-had-once-known-&-stolen-kisses-savoured-for-so-long. i ran until terror stopped my tracks for, trembling i turned and saw that the moon was another-immodest-ogler-and-lecherous-stalker. (First published in Great Works, UK)