Time sips slowly, on the invisible fluid of my soul. I sit, and sit, and sit… trapped in a concrete belly. Cold metal teeth close tight , close forever. Smiling under a small one way door. I am swallowed. The quiet blanket of night holds my screaming mind. No one is calling out for me as the world sleeps. I am forgotten, left only with the memory of my deeds to keep me company. One spark in my mind, exploded in a moment. 17 raged seconds traded for a lifetime. I close my eyes, the theater of my mind is covered in blood, while the orchestra plays only the wails of the dead. I open my eyes hoping the walls will spasm all around me and digest me. Finish me. The bars hard bite hold. Silence. I wait. My broken mind trapped in a welded skull, kicks and scratches the walls. Looking down at my fingers I see dusty concrete under my broken nails. I slide my shoes off wet socks. My broken toes throb under caked blood. Time sips slowly.
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