Her Escape Route

A lone person sits upright in a theater-style chair, facing forward with a neutral expression

One of my ancestors tried to escape last night She crawled out through my skin as I sat in that theatre

A dark, witch-like silhouette leans in close to the person in the chair

Arms draped around me, reminding me of presence Not squeezing too tight to take the spotlight Just tight enough to irritate Enough to feel monsterous Nothing else could captivate me, even for a second The stage became blurry My chair had the loudest creaks

The cloaked witch like figure whispers closely while the person stares ahead with a hardened expression.

She knew of the crescendo Can you hear me now? She cried I’ve watched you cave day after day How many drinks to drain you? How many bowls to quiet you? How many nights to pass out on?

The person chases after the dark silhouette as the ancestor leaves the scene

If I knew those answers She wouldn’t have tried to escape

Transcript

One of my ancestors tried to escape last night She crawled out through my skin as I sat in that theatre Arms draped around me, reminding me of presence Not squeezing too tight to take the spotlight Just tight enough to irritate Enough to feel monstrous Nothing else could captivate me, even for a second The stage became blurry My chair had the loudest creaks She knew of the crescendo Can you hear me now? She cried I’ve watched you cave day after day How many drinks to drain you? How many bowls to quiet you? How many nights to pass out on? If I knew those answers She wouldn’t have tried to escape