Sprawling concrete cages, a floor painted cold-
Houses adolescent monsters feasting on weak hearts-
In my throat, mine holds.

Two sets of arms hold my set of one spread open,
I dream of eagles soaring free-
Those lucky *******-
Why, when God made me, my wings were to be broken?

A vision of red washes over as a third man barrels through-
Feet in a frenzy stop shuffling too as I picture a noose
Draining life out of you;
Drops of your essence a primordial stew.

He swung with a crash, my jaw shattering sound
A bleed, sonic speed, falls on to your boot-
I envisioned a future where you were no brute
And I turned the tides so you couldn't chew
Dressed you in rags, you beg "start anew!"

If only I could spit you a river
And send you afloat
On a boat made of paper
To watch you choke
On the words I spoke
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My joy, you are broke.