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I haul myself up a tree,
trying to make
life difficultfor my uniformed pursuers.
It's difficult,
unscrewing
a tight pen tipwith shaky, sweaty hands.
But I do it
before the first handreaches my foot.
What have I done
to make you treat me like a criminal?I've swallowed
all 28 pillswhen I'm yanked from the tree,
kicking,
clawing,
scratching,
bitingat my attackers.
I feel pain and panic
just like you do.Do you
know that?
There's a piercing
scream
(which might be me).My vision blurs,
white figures shiftinglike clouds in a time-lapse.
I have dreams too.
There's yelling,
commands given.Just like you.
I'm pressed against the ground,
my arm
immobilised,every joint in my body
screeching.
Why are mine
despised by this world?I feel the prick of a needle
then,
warmthflowing through,
silencing
the screech.
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