I lay resting alone in my personal cell
with the clothes sleeping scattered inside
where the tv tells them to buy new ones.
My thoughts encircle like warring
birds waiting to chomp and bite away.
I pillow my head to halt the battle,
a slight warmness begins as the
biting hesitates and sets in again.
Three steady knocks. My eyes fly open.
I jolt from the sleep plot and leap to the door.
A beating heart saves me from the
foolishness of severing snapping birds.
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