Whoosh! whee

Nightmare Box

Trapped
I can’t get out, can’t get away

Locked
I can’t move, can’t give say

Chained
I can’t choose, can’t think

Tied
I can have freedom, at the brink

Under the streetlights and stars
I can see him on the corner
His breath says that he was at the bars

I cry for him
I cry for myself

And he leans in close to me
The smell of gin clouding
And he tells me

Run on, girl, run on