Going Out Of Prison
A Memory

There were no walls
Only cardboard sheds
Keeping the entire structure in place
Floating in the air
Flooded with rain
Reminiscent of
The Amazon jungle
Or scorched by the heat
Unlike anything else
In the weather conditions of this country
They had their temperature
Of overheated emotions
And undercooked kindness
Showed off to others
Still false in its nature
Leaving nothing for the future
Just a twisted reflection in the mirror
From the past
Now shattered into millions of stars
Viewed from afar
In the safety of my new existence
Walking hand in hand with spiders
Still lucky, nevertheless
Terrifying
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August – October 2021
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About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...




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