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Human Things

November 18, 2014
By Anonymous

Outside the wall that wants and thinks the worst,

Clinking glasses of gin and tonic

Too hard--

Breaking, shattering, cracking.

I feel it too.

My cell has four walls

How do I get out

Looking through broken windows

The glass blankets the dirt

Mixing with the shards of glass that once held gin

And tonic.

I will die,

But not in this apartment,

No, I'm

Tripping, stumbling, falling, scraping

My knees on the rough earth

Trying to get out. 

The blood drips down my shins

The scrapes sting my raw skin.

 

Oh, the human things I know.



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