natural born killers
do you see my face
how it’s changed over the years
behind these bars
my eyes are barely visible
nobody here knows my name
nobody’s available
to interpret my dreams
I talk to myself without speaking
a stark reminder how
it’s always been this way
back in the day I never slept
but now it seems that’s all I do
back in the night
I roamed the city streets
blasted by light
both inside & out
fully packed & constantly aware
I look for a place to be alone
so here I am doing time
alongside natural born killers
learning from the second best
& taking from all the rest
august two thousand twenty-two
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