Between the Links
by smallscale
· 08/04/2026
Published 08/04/2026 09:04
Steel threads, cold and taut,
a cage woven in silver grids.
A cat slips under—paused,
caught between the metal ribs.
Rust eats a jagged edge,
shadows crack the concrete floor.
Two worlds humming, split,
lined by every rusted pore.
Freedom waits just beyond
these tiny prisons I trace,
tangled in wire and time,
held fast by their cold embrace.