Domestic Escape

By Lines Benson

bitter flavor of nothingness leaks down my swollen cheek 

frighteningly, unafraid, no longer meek 

cocooned buffoon freed 

loosened grip from emotional greed 

harvested broken bones, fictional tragedies 

keep your secretive philosophies 

blinded by your deceitful shining sun 

fake award acting Denzel Washington 

Jamaican paradise, ivory wedding frill 

chivalry replaced with controlling thrill 

crackling cans of Coors and bottle of Jack 

I leave now or in a body bag tinted black 

satisfying grins as I weep, you’re a creep 

please shut up and go the hell to sleep 

brown L.L. Bean boots shaking to the core 

scurried escape through the grey cellar door 

stay calm, just repeat Psalm Twenty-Three 

Accelerate. Accelerate. Accelerate. 

journey to a new me awaits 

your offensive tale I bid farewell 

now my story I live to tell 

Lines Benson majored in applied psychology.