A girl in a cell
A cell like mine
We call her Innocent
She only speaks one word of English.
And her limbs are writhing
Like snakes on the floor of her cell
And I'm sure she can just about
Feel
The Noose
Around her neck
And the snakes crawl
Into my cell
Into my hair
My skin
Where fever can't burn them
Away
And I'm sure I can just about
Feel
The Noose
Around my neck.
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