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prison stillness

prison stillness

one afternoon he found me
at a friend’s house, and
beside himself with fear
screamed,

“they’re coming for us, they’re coming!”

taking him in my arms i
told him everything would
be okay, then prayed for
the day never to end
or he’d find out i was a liar
a live grenade, a country
without borders, a
termination without
notice

standing perfectly still
we could hide in plain sight

but he didn’t

he took out a knife
screamed bloody
murder
and attacked

we slept in different
cities that night
all nights after that
one too

some prisons need visitors
some visitors build

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