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POEM: Solitary

By Berniegourley @berniegourley

take a thick slab wall &
bury it deep underground
a tomb smothered by tombs

rat squeak reality check
is the only sound one knows
except… when they come

when they come
there’s the warning squeal
of the rusty hinge of a metal door

faint means it’s another cell
a melange of guilt & relief
tingles about one’s skin & viscera

but when the squeal is
like a plow furrow
rutting up one’s spine

they’ve come for you

By in poem, Poetry on October 12, 2017.

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