So long, so long
Since I pictured them like this.
Their blinding feathers,
Their rainbow necks,
Their lizard presence,
Their burning stare.
So long we walked these corridors
Still yearning for a way out,
So long, so meek and modest,
We thought that we could make it.
Oh, but I know
To pinpoint every fracture
They must grope
And I must let them.
So long, so long
Since they crowded windowsills.
Their snow-white feathers,
Their ruffled chests,
The patterns they drew on my back
Are still there.
The first room they ever showed me
Was the one with the straps
And I still think about it;
I will never understand.
What could someone possibly do
So horribly wrong
To deserve this?
I cried inside my nightmare:
“Release me, Lady Lock!
Let me go, forgive me,
Tell me
What have I done wrong?”
Oh, but I know
To pinpoint every fracture
They must grope
So I must open.
Stained-glass doors,
Deep purple
Decorate my spirit.
The slashes and the keyholes
That you found
Were merely warnings.
Oh, but I never expected you to get it.
So long, so long
Since they cooed in the backyard.
Their gray dull feathers,
Their dinosaur eyes,
None of us could hear them
From this side of the glass.
So long have I wondered
If I truly was so wrong.
To pinpoint every fracture
They must grope and grope and grope.