My ears were field with cotton.
My throat had been lynched shut.
I was chained to something as big
and long and dark as Mississippi herself.
Magnolia trees were bleeding. The floor
was turning to marsh beneath my feet.
I called out for help, but only laughter
and spit came out of my whip.
When I felt the cold metal hounds
biting my ankles, I sat up in bed,
screaming and chasing my breath,
only to find my husband
grinning and tickling my feet.