Too long,
Long enough for the metal to leave a mark;
Trails of red down her body,
The traces of bondage,
A bondage of her submission.

Her heart strung to the birds,
Light in the air,
Free in the skies,
But her mind...
A dastardly coward, nothing less.
But she sought and sought and sought,
For a soul,
For a clean slate.

Up that came,
what she sought,
Without a show,
But she knew,
Knew it in her heart,
For she breathed.

The chains slid down,
The cool metal soothing the wounds of history,
As the tears slipped past,
Her mind was a coward no more.

Or so she thought,
For the chains still had life,
Still sought the warmth of her skin,
And her mind still feared,
A fear for love,
The fear of not being loved.

She screwed her eyes,
It was a little too late,
The chains were her love.
It was a little too late,
For she was falling in love with herself.