Slender, manipulative fingers
weave through the tresses,
gathering each escapee;
lacing them
into their tense,
terse prison.
The hostages yearn for freedom,
yet the taut straps
keep them confined.
Guarded.
Forced to conform.
Tightly secured.
pleas for liberty
A temporary pardon is granted.
When the bands are released
from my plaits,
I let my consoling fingers
disentangle
and mingle
with my untied locks.
Unbound.
Unbraided.
Free at last!
When I was a little girl, my mother used to braid my hair so tightly. I couldn't wait until I could remove the bands and rub my sore head.
weave through the tresses,
gathering each escapee;
lacing them
into their tense,
terse prison.
The hostages yearn for freedom,
yet the taut straps
keep them confined.
Guarded.
Forced to conform.
Tightly secured.
pleas for liberty
A temporary pardon is granted.
When the bands are released
from my plaits,
I let my consoling fingers
disentangle
and mingle
with my untied locks.
Unbound.
Unbraided.
Free at last!
When I was a little girl, my mother used to braid my hair so tightly. I couldn't wait until I could remove the bands and rub my sore head.
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