Prison, stolen Bible caressed my chest,
whilst other hearts slept in
the archaic stillness of sight or fight.
I can't tell you the number of times I've cried naked
raw and ravaged
in a poor spirit of the dayfilled night.
No one can see me here in the shower,
walking down the road,
in the will of the crowds surrounding me with my own
in my head
no one is here to hear me because of unknown
alone where respites