Imagine living in a box,
wanting to so desperately to break free.
Imagine waiting so patiently,
for something founded on fantasy.
If only she could destroy reality,
by washing her hands clean.
“Remember to breathe,” she said,
“when you break all the locks.
Pry open the source of this madness.
The bathroom mirror does not lie.
Find solace in this sadness,
allow yourself to be free.”