The Escape Window Blows Out

You pretend you’re safe.

You live between the lines,

certain of your destination.

Earplugs dim the screams

of life upside down.

The bad guys don’t win.

The ending is happy.

The credits roll off the screen,

roll out through the window,

escape into clouds

where you might join them.

Only you don’t want to leave.

published in Write Under the Moon