fucking laughing! There’s a pond in the middle of thecell… it looks just like mine. He dives into it; he’s
happy like a rain drop. His body makes a plopping
noise… a FUCKING PLOPPING noise! He dives in
again. More plops. He laughs! He dives again andagain! Each time he vanishes into the depths of the
pond, and yet each time he’s once again on the shore to
dive once more.
He’s so free! He’s free
inside the cell,
and I’m caged outside of
it… unable to feed… unableto move… feeling tired… feeling warm…
happy dives again and again…
the lights shine on me.
re so bright, they blind me.
m caught. Thetrainers are here.I awaken fairly feverish in the front of my cell; the sunbaking me like week-
old meat. I’m
scrunched againstthe bars of my cage. It takes me a moment to realizewhere I am. The watchers
are already here… I slept
late.I stretch upon the dirt feeling a bit too lazy to stand up.I feel a piece of popcorn hit my head and bounce back through the bars to the ground beyond. I gaze down the
long row of bars that line my cage and count… there’s
bar number 7. They know nothing.
For the past several nights I’ve been removing that bar when I wasn’t being guarded by a trainer. I’ve been so
close to fitting through the gap between the 6
bar andthe 8
bar but just haven’t been able to make it.
I getstuck about midway through, pushing against theground with agony. I fear getting stuck and beingdiscovered, so each night I retreat back into the depthsof my cell.