It was a cold night.

What she was wearing,

Probably too light,

But definitely just right

And tight.

Oh what a sight—

The mayor's daughter in flight.

 

Throwing her head back,

Her body quivers in delight.

 

It wasn't a planned escapade, 

Seconds made,

Just a little fun charade

With the Devil,

But she'd Aced.

Raced,

As far away as she could,

With only what she was wearing,

And two one-hundred dollar notes

And who knows,

Maybe,  

Freedom.

 

Freedom.

She laughs

Really laughs—

Body shaking,

Big-fat tears rolling,

Hands clutching,

She was drowning—

At the absurdity

When one is clad in nothing,

But ,

Without identity,

One does not have,

Nor dare dream

To entertain

Foolish thoughts such as Liberty.

 

She was no free man.

She was a sick man,

Buying her time.

Till her legs gives up,

The till runs out

And tonight,

With just a little bit of light,

Steps, staggering left and right

Some time,

Was more than enough

 

 

 

"Hey, Joohyun!

You're making a habit of this running away real fast.

Ya! Stop."

 

She stops,

Not as an obedient child,

But as someone with a wild mind,

A little tipsy, 

And death sentence signed.

 

Enough is enough,

She was her own person,

With her own decision.

No more telling her what

And what not to do.

But really shouting, “Screw you.”

She grins in triumph,

Papa would’ve been proud,

And furious.

Not realizing her speech was a mumble mess

Of “Hmp”,

And not so decorative,