Which cracked first?
My mind or the dawn?
Either way, the cockroach didn't care
It crawled to the post of one of the inmates
Just a few tiles before her bed
Still, stiff and stirring with absolute chaotic energy
I thought, 'What a well-behaved insect
The staff here at IMH must train them well.'
It looked at me
I looked at it
Why didn't I scream?
Did it die in my throat along with my sanity?
Never thought that I'd start the day with a staring contest
With a black stain in an utterly blue room
Draped outside of space and time
Just six lone girls neatly contained in a beige box
The cockroach was intelligent
Instead of picking a battle with a human
It tentatively crawled around her bed
Around her novels of Harry Potter and Roald Dahl
Around her notes of prayers to Allah
Unto the slit of the window
Its only chance at freedom
Leaving us all behind.
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Oeuvre & Oeuvre Again
PoetryA collection of poems for working out the fog in my mind and about my characters ♡♡
