Thursday, December 10, 2009

Inside

Saturday idled by without a whisper. In this cell it was cool. There was lots of concrete outside, and concrete inside. Such symmetry was akin to having all of one’s organs attached to the outside of one’s body as well as the in. The distinction between grey and grey is subtler than grey and freedom; in fact, there’s little distinction at all beyond that which a doorway can provide. Her little toes curled against the floor, cool like the ceiling and the walls. She was but a boat in the ocean, surrounded by blue, two hundred feet below the surface.

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