Freedom is Gone

She lies among them,
her curves lines of delicate torture,
her body worn delicious in exhaustion
wrapped in the memory of the dream.

Four hearts
beating as one
their uniform rhythm
picking up the pieces and determining their importance.

We are all china barely mended
just clumsily glued together,
waiting for the hot water and steam
to seep through our cracks.

As they lie
they dream
of escape, of freedom
of leaving this city.

We all dream.

We dream of journeying on spaceships
to other universes,
other worlds
but really, for the forever,
we're stuck on these streets.

The only time we will travel anywhere truly unknowable
is when we slip into the skin of another
journeying into their mysteries.

Always hoping
for a safe landing.