She walks to the window

drawn by the amber light

easing its way

along dusty blinds.

Scowling, she pulls

the strings more tightly

than she thought she must have

the first time.

As life tends to flow,

her attempt fails;

strings flutter,

blinds dance in disarray.

Sun’s glow spills,

floods the room,

and she spins round,

palm-covered eyes, afraid.

Illumination drowns

her dark crafted prison,

knees drop below

the rising surface.

Warm waves crash

across chilled arms;

scorned demons forced

to walk the plank.

Weakened from the dark,

anchor tethered to her back,

she opens...

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