Pain
It drives a wedge between my eyes like a double edged sword, pulling me in motion like currents in the sea. I cannot escape the pull of its gravity, no more than I can my shadow. Im spinning Im tumbling Im orbiting into new dimensions. Like an object lost in space. I imagine what it is like to be free from the bondage of pain. Like splinters being plucked from swollen hands the pain becomes numb. Im in pain, from being free from pain Like Siamese twins separated by surgery I miss it like missing limbs, but it’s always present. Steve Champion, San Quentin death row
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Adisa Kamara
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