release it.

An incision

Liberation, turned pariah to the prism

Peep a pyre in the prison

We dismembered

My decision to leave quiet and indifferent, since dividing was a given

I spent plenty of my precious hours pitied, playing victim

I acknowlege every chisel but too prideful then to fix them

The low tide pulls in place of guiding to remission

A soul tie will take the place of whole, so you miss it when it's gone

I release it

The caged bird rests into the same old prison, like it's home