It’s the force of pressure Makes her escape. To seek freedom To burn, Like a husk Before embers. She melts in the flow of pure enjoyment submerged in it, Like a handmaiden of power: an accidental desire, breaking down ideas ruled by none save creation to grasp herself from the observer. Should you bind her without question she will buck and kick, Like a mare In confinement Of a cell she cannot see. She knew what to decline There is no prison In her core: She is free