Inmates of Blood
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***Trigger Warning***My body is a jail. Housing inmates of blood. Inmates who plot to escape.

Inmates of Blood

My body is a jail.

Housing inmates of blood.

Inmates who plot to escape.

The warden’s been absent.

The guards are corrupt.

A flood of red flees the prison.

My skin makes up the walls.

And they’ve been breached.

Over and over again.

They don’t heal fast enough.

Not when faced with this.

Stress tearing me down.

But the flood is slowing.

Becoming a mere trickle.

Perhaps it will stop for good.

The scars on the prison will stay.

A reminder of these dark days.

When inmates were getting away.

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