The Key

Chains made of pure iron
Lock her in a suffocating abyss.
By day, she searches incessantly for the key that will unbind the chains.
She claws at the walls,
and convincingly,
She ascends.
But by nightfall,
The chains tighten their grip,
And down she tumbles,
Back into the abyss.
It is here in the dark that she wonders,
if there is a key that exists at all,
And whether she truly wants it found.


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