The cage was beautiful.
Bars plucked like harp strings.
Stinging imprints on fingertips
Sacrificed for sound.
The cage embraced me.
My cushions custom-made.
A letter to my liberators:
Conditions humane.
The cage held me close.
My flesh bruised for hours.
Battles in blood vessels,
Bones molded to fit.
My cage was beautiful.
Their key turned slow.
Somewhere, someone
Wanted me home.