And He Did

by nouriguess   May 29, 2020


Was 191cm tall,
weighed 97kg. Rebellious
heart, proud eyes, intrepid
voice. The handcuffs
chafed his wrists. He glared
at the man with the keys
mutinously, then pitied
himself in the mirrored wall
of the cold investigation room:
Thoughtcrime.
15 years in a basement and
jail hybrid, a cell where
he will be hunting for sunlight.

Is 186 tall,
weighs 63 kg now. Back,
slightly hunched. Bulging
hand veins. Slim wrists.
Voice is growly. Eyes are
earthward, heart is
smashed
pulped
trampled.

He only wanted to feel free.

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