Please set me free from this God forsaken prison
that makes my nightmares like child’s play.
Open those cellulite doors that suffocate me
and bar my escape to the life I once knew.

The cracks that spiderweb down the wall
continue in my mirror—my face
each one earned like a soldier’s badge of honor—
at a high price.

The silver dances as it weaves in and out
between the strands of gold.
The hourglass morphs into a pear, 
a cylinder and finally a ball.

The supports once strong have begun to warp and weaken
as they corrode into a raging fire
that consumes every joint 
that still is capable of movement.

The pain of the day is only forgotten—
erased by my escape in the night
when for just a short flash
youth and beauty are again mine.