time
six paces.
the length
of the rope
left me to hang
the remains of my
humanity,
yellowed cinderblock walls
canvas for narration
of unhappy endings.
inset fluorescence
glared down; i
glowered up,
voiceless fists
on concrete bars
in subtly shouldered
rage.
they told me later
it was nothing, just…
justice, this:
a little
girl
in a little
cell
losing life
a little
at a time.
Heavy..Dig your latest and happy to have more of your work..
I miss you when you’re not around
November 16, 2009 at 2:09 pm
thanks, bindo. it’s great to know you’re not just out there writing into the void–that somebody’s actually listening
cheers
–jsl
November 18, 2009 at 4:06 am
powerful…
very powerful
November 16, 2009 at 2:18 pm