Cell
I am with you in your cell
reading cheap drugstore
literature.
I am with you in your cell
though you curse me, and the spring.
Your mind, macabre.
I am with you in the cell
you chose: a toxic chrysalis
in grey.
I am with you in your cell,
without crystal, without choice.
Your mind, feeble.
Street daughter no longer,
Glimpse of reason beyond needle,
no longer. . . and yet still
I am with you in your cell.
Copyright © Jessamyn Duckwall | Year Posted 2015
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