Cell Break

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Dark and impending,
The future awaits.
A prediction falls before you:
three to six months
til you finish your sentence;
Prematurely.

A prison escape like no other.
A creative breach beyond the walls.
A camera worthy pickaxe,
A cup along the bars.
Tick, tick, tick.
Flat.

I wished for silence-
But not like this.

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