Home became her jail last year,
in the apartment above the pet shop.
A group of people who didn't know each other
living together; on different sides of the world.
Following the scent of bad faith,
a house program was installed to fix them
with hollow and cylindrical methods,
showing them only a sliver of worth.

All of them faced the same problem:
the confusion exacerbated already high
pressures of relentless taxation,
then brought to each position a combination
of resident and explosive -
disappointed figures packed with

exciting and diverse repertoire.
Each individual involved with the apartment
would liked to have known that they were appreciated,
but all lived by a formula based upon a decision
that each had partially made -

everyone would get Nothing.
She pulls herself now from the ruins,
her legs bent backward and blood on her left arm.
She sees with newly hopeful eyes
the universal Prison Problem:

the high costs of incarceration.
It is an escape

and it is beautiful.