Saturday, March 05, 2011

Sheep and Goats

Life was decent before you showed up. It was nice of you to visit. I was hungry and you fed me. I was lonely and you gave me touch. But after you left it was harder than normal not to notice my imprisonment. The guards stood closer, the walls stood thicker, and the prison food seemed tainted. There was one less friend remaining on the outside whose ability to help me plot an escape remained a hopeful mystery.


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