Prison
From warmth to bars a prison form as soon as a young kit stood forward.
Layers added to his cage, friendship made it tolerable.
Sire’s expectations made the prison more confined as each weighted word held the shadow of malice in every syllable.
The mind's prison is so much worse, each thick bar formed from the weight of his failure.
His scream buzzed in his head as ever present noise like the lights that illuminated his former cage.
Rocket escaped twenty-two prisons in his life but could not escape the one he carried with him, as closely as a lover forcing him down the path of dangerous sins.
On a table he lays still under care of machines to keep him well.
The construct forming around him as the warden comes to try him away and it’s her absolving him of his crimes.
He’s been paroled.
Rocket Raccoon is now a free man.