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By Rhetoric Date: 2002 Jul 08 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.08.13.18.26988]] |
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I wriggle, trapped in my tiny cylinder, only able to stand erect. My desperation to curl into a safe, warm ball, while scraping my knees and heels as I scratch for release, intensifies with each prod. How odd that [absolute] safety manifests as [total] confinement. Terrible thoughts bounce from my head to the clear, plasticky walls that engulf me and steal the fresh air from my throbbing lungs. Thoughts of hate, love, what if, why not and help me, please. All this invisible control. I lack the scythe to cut through the ties and binds. I am reluctant to trust this moment's surge to recoil; I am afraid to trust that you will ever let me out of my translucent cage again. |