Woman in an urban womb,–
A martyr to the morning sun.
Imprisoned; prismatic. A shore
For the brutal brood of shades which teeth outdoors,–
A palate, pacifying to milky hues.
She’s hostage to the high-rise light,
With thoughts like an Atlantis, unexplored.
Outward-glaring, never to gaze behind,–
To swim in the sea-green mirage of her mind.