Cold lines caress my cheek and I awaken
Threatening to burst from my chest, my throat.
I clutch my throat and open my mouth for a breath of icy spring air.
I open my eyes and am greeted by brown
And soft green.
The yawning exit of the secret passageway looks back at me.
As I stare into its dark depths,
I shiver and rise to my feet
And run on legs that flounder like fish out of water.
When I turn a corner, my eyes are met by red and white,
Blood upon the leaves, upon the grass, upon the dirt.
My mouth fills with a bile
Rising like a snake up my throat.
I gag but swallow the fear and disgust.
It is a stableboy who had met his end
In a sprout of silver.
Reaching with blind fingers
My clothes trade for his.
I leave my silks for the homespun cloth
Of the peasantry
And keep running.
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The caged bird awakens, set free from its prison. A single message tied to its leg. A mission to accomplish. Failure will spell death. Romance blossoms when two young people meet. But their fates are crossed out. One loses their life. Th...