May was not warm for long,
Instead, I stand dead in the cold
As if it was that dreaded December.
I stared stunned at the towering fence:
Omnipotent and almighty.
Its electric wires coiled around my heart and stung
Like the first touch of virgin lips.
The fence cackled in all its glory –
Taunts that forever haunt me.
But my withering body
Upon your reaching hands.
The lilies from the meadow below
Sang hymns of rejoice.
The thunder did strike
And the lightning did set
The meadow ablaze.
The fire continued to spread,
Plaguing what’s beautiful and true.
Yet, the fence stood with as much might.