I turn and look back at the cage
housing my dirtiest desires
suddenly empty, in my rage
I must have loosened its loose wires
the door's wide open and they're gone
panicked, I search before they're drawn
onto a canvas, sharp and bright
find them at last, in black and white
peacefully settled on this page
here where I'm safe, this is my womb
protected by my nom de plume
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