atleast when I am in a cell
blood drips pretty from these wrists
as handcuffs cut through
I am safe from the abuse
slander
and deceit
when freedom looks like ****** handcuffs
they didn’t use the second tool
that stops them from squeezing tighter
and tighter
with steel like unforgivable
cold and ******
and the fullness of the moon
glows through its nearest clouds
red and full of overshadowed doom
like a solar powered night lite
fathomless thought
pervades understanding
dragged two hundred feet
by the chain’s disparity
in-between each handcuff
while stomping on my head and chest
I never used to shake like this
or tremble as if my body
is someone else