Writing

#55 The plan

The staff meant to break your will. When that was done, the Plan was waiting.

#25 Hanging in the jar life

This particular spider observed me cleaning and arranging my cell this morning.

#24 Caged canaries

The sound my spirit makes is amplified by poetry.

#12 Freedom is

Using the leaves of trees to be heard instead of hanging on its branch without a last word

#8 Undead: voices from the grave

There is purpose even within these walls that wail with the tales of countless condemned souls

#4 Hugs

It's crazy how this world works sometimes – how roles will be reversed