You enticed me here

With promises of talent

Fulfilled, potential

Realized. Service and

A community of like

Minds. Then you locked me

In a sewer, to

Twist and writhe as you giggle

At my agony.

I can’t free myself.

No rescuer waits in the

Wings. If I want a

Miracle, Deus

Ex Machina, it will have

To come from my heart.