I am bound by rage by the way your lips give me freedom, by the way your spine curves like that of the mountains. I am angered in the way your hands are so gentle, by the way they showed no remorse of the storms in your heart. I am incarcerated by the ways in which you look at the floor when you laugh, by the way you think nobody sees. I see. I am bound by rage in the ways I am angered, incarcerated in this cell. You are home, and I cannot reach you.
Alexandra L. Narron