Home Sweet Home

My bedroom door has bars on it.

Deadlocks at every entrance to this prison.

All the other inmates scream 

with bits of me in their mouths and under their nails.

Forensics uncover DNA that matched all the victims

Our blood flows the same way

noses grow with snake nostrils

Vicious fights breakout

Sometimes I am the guard

While they fashion weapons out of debris

Anything they find

To hurl at the opposition.

Yet,

No one wants to leave,

The world outside these tall walls is unfamiliar

And in here

We never age.

Im getting out in two days.

Reviews

[Belle Mirus]

This is quite cinematic. 👍🏻

[Rebekah Smith]

Love the imagery here, can almost smell the cabin fever and pent-up aggression, the anticipated fear of release...

[Antoñyo]

A very powerful and vivid piece cleverly written.

Thanks for sharing