The Escape
     The old farmhouse's window creaked loudly as Lex pushed it open. "Shit!" she hissed in a desperate whisper. She glanced down at her long sleeves and thought of the bandages hidden beneath them. If Sue or Frank happened to wake and hear her late-night departure - especially Frank - there would be a punishment far worse than any punishment she could have inflicted on herself, worse, even, than living beyond her dream from the night before. Lex shuddered.  She paused to listen to the night air, and only silence found her ears, so she shouldered her black backpack. It was a hiker's pack, so with its large size and multiple compartments, it was perfect for packing all the items she had deemed worthy of not being left behind. The largest compartment held an extra pair of jeans, an extra tee shirt, a sweatshirt, two pair of socks, and two pair of underwear. Two side zippered-pockets held her toothbrush, deodorant, soap, and various other travel-sized personal care items she might need. Other random things were stuffed in the numerous other sections of the bag: old journals and notebooks of writings and memories, a folder of personal papers (should she need them), a photo album filled with her few, but prized photos, her purse, and several other items she managed to gather and fit into the pack. Lex allowed a brief gaze to scan the room for any other important object she may have forgotten, adjusted the pack once more, and sighed an eager final goodbye. Live a life for both of us; the words in her mind were not her own and she smiled, determined to keep her promise. Tossing a loud finger into the air over her shoulder, she turned and lowered herself carefully out of the bedroom window and into the stately oak tree outside.
     Watch and wait. Watch and wait. Her thoughts and the rush of blood in her ears that matched her racing pulse were deafening as she listened carefully to the silence of the evening. Lex secured her balance against the body of the tree, quickly shimmied down each stretch of trunk, and carefully eased through the oak's thick branches. Only a matter of moments later, she arrived at the last branch, which she realized with a lack of ease was about 10 feet from the ground.

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I'm submersing myself in my current project. Feel free to message me or stop by just to say hello. There will be a few poems posted here and there I'm sure, as there are always a few of those bouncing back and forth between my ears. Mostly, however, I'll be working on my "project" and will only be by every now and then. Take care and see you all soon!

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