Escapade
With eyes squinting shut,
As they stare into the sun,
Dazed,
We run up the spiral staircase
In a dizzying haze.
With hands brushing past,
As they reached towards each other,
Smiling,
We held on tightly
To the rusting metal railing.
With nowhere left to go,
As we reach the final step,
Laughing,
We reach up to pound our fists,
And shatter the glass ceiling.
By Fin
