16. Emancipated

 

From this black circle,
From this black lake,
From the frost bitten dream of New York
I flee.
 
I shed my skin and start again
A dark ulcer wrapped in my exfoliation,
Blinking as night time, these ever changing scars are renamed
 in an echo called expulsion.
 
Emancipating the red flag of a dream,
Strange icicles that were rooted,
Now melt down my chest,
breaking my lungs free
From the tight breathe
When suppressed.
 
I am a free heart, left to wander, wildly.

The End

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