On the Williamsburg Bridge

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The clouds were outside
I was inside
a cage

The sun cut through the clouds
a glowing sword
trembling bars

Casting grill mark shadows
on my skin

On the outside
the clouds parted

I was never safe
inside this cage

The sun sliced through
sizzled my retinas
cauterizing its fate

I never thought
the last thing I’d see
was your return to prison.

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