She built walls inside her head,
to see if anybody was
clever enough to climb them.
Money clips and golden lighters
between the pixels of all the printed faces.
“The world is full of kings and queens
Who blind your eyes
And steal your dreams”
And if they won’t give us our freedom,
We’ll have to take it.
She thought about fear
and the price of imagination.
(And her heartbeat rocked the mattress.)