Tightly Bound

Why was she sad?

Tightly bound to
to the past,
she left dust
in her path.

Tightly bound
by the past?

Mummy-wrapped,
ever-damned Queen
of Disaster.

Fateless, hopeless,
nigh-weightless,
she floated
in her own watery
denial.

As if salted,
by tears,
she dried, unaware,
that she died,
tightly bound

by her fear.


©️ CGT, 2018.

One Comment on “Tightly Bound

  1. 😦 I hope you become at least a little lighter after expelling the pain onto the pages. 💛

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