"Smile,"
It's all a trick.
Do not smile if you want to live.
My face is solemn.
No emotion.
I've grown hard.
He likes it when I'm hard.
But he's not here.
They separated us.
I held the card out with my name.
Luke Hemmings.
Hoping one day it would read his.
"Stand to the side,"
They want all my angles.
The only person who I've showed that to is him.
He likes it when I fight for the top position.
The flashes stop.
I walk over to print my finger.
They want me on all the records.
The check-in process is done.
I must wait to be assigned a cell.
