Poem -

EscapeArtist

EscapeArtist

What's your mobile number..?
I don't know!
I've had that many phones..
the digits fail to register..
I seem to collect things,
like men,
All I've ever known..
they're stored captured..
in a back room..
in my brain..
against my will not theirs..
they will never leave me..
They came for a reason..
No matter what and I
keep them well fed and
entertained..
With the best memories
wrapped with good intentions
so please dont cross my
threshold unless a willing
prisoner of unreality..
and no I'm not a masochist.Β 

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