Shawshank (not)Redemption

I gave up banging on the bars

of my prison

and used my precious spoons

to tunnel through the wall

under the moat 

through the forest

and out into freedom.

Adrenaline-fueled,

laser-focused,

hell-bent on escape—

I emerge

dirt-covered and 

sticky with sweat,

throw my arms wide

and let out a triumphant cry.

Victory is short, for escape is impossible

and struggle only hastens death—

I drop, lifeless,

to the ground.

Buzzard food.

Kristin Houlihan (she/her) is an editor-turned-writer using mostly poetry to make sense of life, both its obstacles and its joys. Kristin is based in California, where she strives to live life to the fullest while bedridden with Long Covid Myalgic Encephalomyelitis. Kristin is poetry editor and cofounder of Epistemic Literary, and has work published in Cosmic Daffodil, Full Mood, and a previous voidspace pop up, among others. Her debut chapbook, Lift the Mask, is available wherever books are sold. Twitter: @theedifyingword