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“I bomb atomically” Or something like that...

I’m bleeding tremendously down my face

I almost escaped.

 

It’s 5am, we walked the streets and had a cigarette

You tell me about yourself, “God”

It seemed so innocent, only walking

 

We left with no words

Such harmless individuals with no intentions

We were just happy and free

 

That’s not my name- I lied.

Cause you pigs are just trying to make bank

at the end of the month.

So close to making it.

I’ve got dirt grinding between my teeth

And my face is

soaked a crimson red

pooling under my eye

dripping into my mouth

“Call paramedics!”

“but I’m fine, I’m fine.”

I’m trying to cooperate now.

You must think I’m ******* insane

 

There’s no panic in me

only sorrow.

Up against the car

ambulance head lights

******* blinding me.

You’re already in the back of the car

the overhead light casting onto your face

you mouthed the words so calmly

“It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay”

I tried to believe, I tried to cry.

 

Back up arrives

******* ******** are having

a god **** fiesta.

But the paramedics are nice

just stop taking pictures of me, please.

 

I collapse onto the ground

against the vehicle

with my vision spotted

so close to passing out.

 

They decide we can ride in the same vehicle.

“You like to swim, God?” you asked.

“When I was a kid.” he’s blunt.

“Why not now? It feels just as good as it did

when you were 10.”

But he didn’t answer.

And the sun is lighting the city that I love

 

There’s massive sliding doors

they crash so loudly

the sound ricochets off the cement walls.

 

We’re escorted inside

I still haven’t shed any tears.

We remove all jewelry

un-weave all that’s tangled in our dreads

“They want everything in this ******* bag.”

the policeman said.

they cut the strings from my ******

christmas tree shorts

 

I’m given beige sandals

my soiled feet are too small.

I take a seat on the cement bench

filthy old ***** eyeing me up and down

grinning freakishly.

I look ******* haggard.

 

I see the counselor

then attempt to use the bathroom

to open the door on

some old **** ****

taking a ****

 

Infomercials drone

obnoxiously.

I hate television.

 

You take a seat next to me

wearing the hideous sandals as well.

So cold, the alcohol is wearing off

you hand me your paisley flannel.

I bleed on it.

 

If only we had stayed behind that building

smoking our cigarettes

sharing our minds.

Only 4 more minutes till

the paper would have burned to the filter

would have made all the difference.

 

I see the nurse.

I’m re-bandaged trying to hold back

my shutters of pain.

His kind words and soft speak

bring me to my first tears

“I’m not like this, I just want to sleep…

in my bed… with my cat.

And my family… Oh my Godddd!”

I’m bellowing as quietly as I can.

And he tells me stories.

 

I’m allowed to make my phone call

and it’s your turn with the nurse.

Mother.

I’m wallowing into the phone to her

I’m frantic and self-loathing

And she’s coming to save me.

 

Escorted to your waiting cell

I’m alone now

I feel completely alone.

I’ve lost myself somewhere

between bottles and spent cigarettes.

 

Taken to the waiting cell

it smells putrid like a public bathroom

which jolts me.

I take my seat on the repulsive floor.

 

There’s an older obese woman

curled into a ball in the back corner

sobbing.

And everyone looks ******

 

The clock is creeping to 8am

******* let me out.

I watch the lazy pigs

******* cackle and stand so proudly

like they earned another

notch in their belts.

 

Close to 10am I receive my “blues”

and yet another photograph

You in your cell,

give me comforting smiles.

******* **** hollers,

“Awh **** baby! You tried to run!

I’ll bond you out!

I gotcha baby!”

**** Off.

 

The blond woman takes us upstairs

through metal detectors, crashing doors,

coded rooms, surveillance cameras.

And I’ll never forget

her spidery eyelashes.

 

I drag my mesh bag on the floor

it contains my blankets and toothbrush…

#36.

 

I’m lost, everyone there

has been there before.

 

I just disappeared

no one knows

what happened to me

when they awake.

I let everyone down,

including myself.

 

The lunch food is served

I want to *****

I’ve been awake for

23hrs and the alcohol is

wearing off completely

I feel like a walking corpse.

 

#36…

Through the slit of window

I can see you, mother

oh, mother.

please don’t leave me here

 

I try not to fall asleep

because I could miss the intercom

announcement to release me.

 

That steel door clicked

and opened

my mother and father stood up

and I had never been happier to see them

It was silent other than my sobbing

and everyone stared

wild-eyed and confused

as I exited to false freedom

and sunshine

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