Your cold beats dead against
still feet, shackles
leaning heavy in whispers.
Your veins bring poison into our thoughts,
gnawing on our minds,
your dark seeping through sparse candlelight.
Butcher our bodies to make your presence a living
masterpiece, each heartbeat bringing us closer.
Your bones vibrate with a deafening silence,
bad blood flooding between us all.
Seal us in, lock us out,
bring the tides against your prisoners.
You leave us to wonder, Alcatraz:
you breathe us in, but do you ever let us out?
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.