We are trapped
The stifling air presses down
Windows painted shut.
Footsteps in the hall
Heavy boots
Remind us
That we are captives.
We can go
Nowhere
Now.
Not that we could
Ever go
Many places
Freely.
Comfort
Found in Sunday services
But abbreviated mass
Isn’t the same
As a church
With vaulted ceiling
Sacred hush
Richly colored icons.
Consolation
In each other
Our love for
One another.
Is it all that holds us
Together
Keeps us from breaking
Like so many china teacups?
Keeps us from smashing
Like a Faberge figurine?
Our love will survive
Stay strong
Keep us together
That much is certain
But how much longer
Will we last
Before the water engulfs us
Before we
Drown
Smash
Break?
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