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Escaping Into Capture My heart thudded in my chest Which to me Sounded like a thousand prisoners Beating relentlessly against a door Which refused to open.
My heart was among those prisoners. It was time.
Taking a deep breath, I strode forward Into the quarantine Which you were trapped in Wearing my "disguise:" My "discolored" skin Coated in layers and layers of makeup, My dripping "sweat" Which was water that soaked me to the bone, And my "cough" An act in itself.
The first person to see me was a nurse One with curly red hair And freckles splashed Across her nose and cheeks. Her brown eyes darted over my wet clothing, My discoloration, My poker face. Biting her lip from inside the rubber protective suit she wore, She asked,
"Are you sick?"
Grimly, I nodded And let her guide me Away from my freedom And closer to you.
