Behind The Gaze

Burning fire in endless gray,


Thirsting to be quenched.

Blood flows freely through open veins,


Beating to a heart that longs to be bound.

A perfect shell,


Exactly where she belongs—
Gold atop a globe.


Yet her lungs choke,


Longing to be deprived.

All eyes on her,


Meet her gaze, suspect nothing
.

But her insides twist

At a command no one else can hear.

A world of choices at her fingertips,


But the only freedom that's real


Lies in the secret ropes


That bind her wrists.