Count of Monte Cristo

Oh god
Save me
Propped against the wall
I will not beg
I will not scream
You don’t own me.
Please don’t make me
Not again
God the fire and the spring
Tension holds until release
Save me.
Like so much rot
And fruit
And sweat
I’ll give whatever
I have left.
The clicks and whirs
Of a technologic age
Still play with masters
And their slaves.
So lock me down
Till there are chains
For if I’m held
Then there’s a key.
And so unbound
I may step free
And wish to beg
And wish to scream
Oh god
Save me.