Escapes Within Songtext
von Adam Taylor

A chair.
A table.
A lamp.
And a window with white curtains.
And the glass is shatterproof, But it isn′t running away that they're afraid of.
A handmaid wouldn′t get far.
It's those other escapes,
The ones you can open in yourself,
Given a cutting edge or a twisted sheet and a chandelier


I try not to think about those escapes.
It's harder on ceremony days, but thinking can hurt your chances.
My name is Offred.
I had another name, but it′s forbidden now.
So many things are forbidden now