He pulls an iron veil over her eyes
And fills the empty space with lies.
But things will always rust with time.
And through corroded holes in the metalwork
She stares with verdigris cats eyes,
Drinking in the outside with envy.
But everything is
The car that brought her there
The chains that bind her there
The promises and the ring…
He pulled an iron veil over her eyes
And filled the empty space with lies.
But finally, she feels alive,
Pushes open the door and shakes off her ties
She steps outside.
The first Poetic Therapy prompt is Rust.
What is your interpretation?
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