The Quiet Room
living there for unplanned timewhen I had the "power"
they took "it" away slowly
my strength did not allow floggings.
I was kept in their darkness
feeling my way around
using light from the crack
under the bolted door on the ground.
I kiss their ears with whispers
pleading for the release
"May I have the keys I ask?"
"not yet, she still has the disease."
a sigh of relief
as one of them jingles the bells
which open the escape hatch
My Life in their closet
1989
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