price to pay

i felt you coming

fingers sliding up my spine

miles away

 

i was told to fear you

taught hatred

revulsion

 

for sharp intentions

and sturdy makings

how they’d be so disappointed

 

in me now

i’ve gone the way

they look away from

 

hushed skeletons

dancing in the wardrobe

of their fancy guilt

 

i stole away in broad daylight

laughing into the on pour

sloughing off all my silver

 

dainty little shoes in the gutter

they shied away from the truth

but i knew

 

i knew you

inky fingers laced crimson

choked down their words

 

their own making

as they curtsied in public

buried their bodies in silence

 

i had none

waiting in the sunlight

watching in the darkness

 

one and the same

it wasn’t a race

not the war they made it

 

and freedom wasn’t very expensive

after all

all i had to do was

 

drop my mask

peel off my bullet proof vest

step into the unknown