Peacock blue hair

In a stripe down her scalp

To match the puncture wounds

On her face and ears

Adorned with diamond studs.

There are no shackles on her

Ink-stained wrists

Only the permanent artistic expression

Of her choosing.

All of which

Create the prison

She doesn’t know she’s in.

One thought on “Non-Conformist

  1. I enjoyed this very much. It’s got a really strong feeling to it, but also kind of hits hard at the end — sort of a reminder of how we all sometimes end up questioning our choices and individuality.

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