Friday, February 18, 2011

Out

I slip out of my room with ease
He's snoring in the other room
turn the heat up one degree,
it'll be loud enough to distract any sound
Open the door without thinking, close it the same way
I'm outside
The warm wind sweeps my hair to one shoulder 
I breathe it in as I leap off the porch into the soft, wet grass.
Making nothing more than the sound of a feather landing in water
My bare feet cool 
My face radiant with night
The glow of the moon brilliant diamond on my face
I set off walking onto the cold concrete
not shivering, not hot.
To where am I walking though, 
so far away from home, yet so much safer.
In the park, where the sand is liquid silk beneath my feet
This is where I go to dream-
to replenish my memories
to dig my toes into the sand
to think


Sometimes I wonder how many other people sneak out nightly,
how many other people would've been caught-
how many other moms wanted them to go.



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