- Victoria Fiorelli
Her Lock is Broken
Her lock, surrounded
by barbed wire. Protected,
like a barricade. She knew
there was only one key.
One key that
could survive the dozens
of soldiers surrounding it
with rifles in a high ready position.
One key that could withstand the shock
of the barbed wire.
there was a key in the lock cylinder.
A perfect fit.
Over time, the bullets on the key changed.
The key fit into other lock cylinders—
not just hers. The lock burst
as the key no longer opened it.
The soldiers came flooding in,
but there was nothing left to protect.
The shackle, the locking bar, the latches,
all gone, with no return in sight.