By October 24, 2019 No Comments

“No rest for the wicked!”
I winced from the ringing in my head before my eyes snapped open.
The tormentor was at it again. “Blade razor”, scrapped his truncheon against the bars, creating loud pitches of noise as he went round the cells waking up prisoners with chants of his usual phrase.
Indeed we had no rest, waking up by 3am for no other reason than the man wanting it.
Belt and shoes polished to reflect, uniform pressed into sharpened edges like a razor blade’s. But we’re both inside these walls.
“I’m a prisoner, so are you Mister”.


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