by J. Rockwell
This little room
This little room reminds me of a sci-fi movie
There's no color, or very little
A sci-fi movie with no technology
This whole place seems more cold and robotic
I think the people who designed such a structure
had to have had a secret evil in their hearts
Or a secret good.
Phantom clicks and pops, phantom voices
Then silence
The loudest silence I have ever heard
all day long, except when "they" are free
in the space allotted them.
I will not do this much longer
I don't think I could
Luckily I don't have to.
But the knowledge of this place has still
burned an imprint onto my mind
I know it, and know it is here
Cold, silent, full to the brim with bodies
Not souls.
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This is my favorite poem of yours. I'd love it if you'd check out the poems I wrote in my notes on Facebook, Jordan. Look me up. Allison Bennett.
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