the fence

"over there is the spot

where the flies have amassed

around the stench of skin

hanging from the fence

most who have tried 

to escape from themselves

got caught on the barbs

before leaving"

he rocks in his chair

fingers tapping the armrest

eyes scanning the twisted

wire, everyday assessing

"I won't be sitting here much

longer. no, I will find the rare

opening. sure enough, I will

find it"

he rocks in his chair

fingers tapping the armrest

hopes drooling from the corners

of his mouth as he mumbles

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