The Escape

It’s a quarter-past-midnight.
I know where I’m going.
It’s time to cut-and-run.

His control steals my birthright,
Freedom forgoing,
‘Girls just wanna have fun.’

Compromise is a dream held
in other men’s heartstrings:
A note to revise life;

My concessions unlaurelled,
I collect precious things;
no more would I be ‘wife.’

Instead, I’d be transparent,
stealthy, slink past his chair;
no tone left to impress

on fragile minds aberrant
(continuous nightmare);
no more to beg egress.

Suit up, Grand Adventures!
With thumb out or walking;
I’ll print my manifest,

discard this foul indenture,
find warmth, love in talking.
My life, I shall invest.

Quarter Crazy Marathon 2021 – Q3
September 18, 2021 9am – 9pm

Prompt 2:

Use at least 9 of the following words in a poem:
quarter
midnight
control
impress
suit
note
chair
tone
transparent
compromise
revise
concession
collect
cut
print
freedom
continuous
fun