On Death Row
and then the world closed in
as she lay vacuum sealed
pumped out with nowhere
to turn to other than
self-inflicted wounds
lost dreams compressed
asphyxiated aspirations
and a last breathless gasp
it was comforting to soak
up the pressure
for pain gave her the impression
that life contained her
and movement had hurt
her weary mind beyond control
you can’t squash me any more
and I can always
implode tomorrow
for a good thing takes
patience and strength
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