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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It was a bright cold morning when I was born, into a world of perpetual war. I lived in the city of Worldarium; once a beautiful place but now reduced to ruin, buildings in decay, glass windows broken. Poverty, hunger, disease killed. This was a remnant of what the world used to be, Worldarium was like a marine aquarium where, The Infinite Mind, watched; we were the rats of society in this reduced existence, there were the Uppidity Ups who lived in sky high buildings of glass and steel. The Servers, who worked as servants for the Uppidity Ups, all the bridges has been destroyed and all the ways of escape gone; yet there was a resistance group who believed that somewhere beyond, Worldarium existed a Utopia. So, I grew up a beautiful, lost girl. I dreamed of this nirvana place. When I was a young woman I met, Gideon, a man who became my lover and who was part of the resistance; there was an evil man called Strong Arm, who was the enforcer, if a person "rat" went against The Infinite Mind, the result- torture, death. Gideon came to me one day and told me he had found a way out, he said, come with me and we will find Utopia together; so when night fell we started walking across what was once an ocean, but we were caught by Strong Arm's, Army of Servants and taken. I never saw Gideon again, I assume he had been executed, and I was kept in a glass tower, a sex slave of Strong Arm; I gave birth to children and my only gift was that they would never, know poverty, hunger or disease but only life in a glass tower. The year I was taken, 2017 . . . ____________________________ March 7, 2017 Prose Poetry/Worldarium, 2017 Copyright Protected, ID 882689 1984 or 2017 Contest Debbie Guzzi Sixth Place
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