My correctional facility

In my half conscious state,I whisper,”To change the world,you must write”.
An evil menacing laughter rings out in my dark, cold prison. I crawl on my knees, hunger stricken and flee.
A sharp,stinging slap to the back of my head rewards my efforts.
The government hates what you are writing! He screams and chokes me.
My heart races faster than Bolt. I repeat my mantra for courage.
” You will rot until we are certain that you will not write’.
My mantra comes out again.
“Then you will never see the light of the day”. He says.


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