Held like an unexploded bomb
At full arms stretch
a threat that must be neutralised
Restrained, Contained
A wild cat in need of neutering
A small unknowable thing
At both the centre and the edge of it all
The burning episcentre and a bit part player in the story of your own life
Unsure if you’re the factory floor
Or the silent partner haunting the halls at the top of the tower
Like Repunzal
After countless calls to let down her hair
she cuts it all off
Content to cocoon in her seclusion
This is a coffin or a chrysalis
For eithers sake
a prison break of sorts
Josienne Clarke 