“Terminal”

© Jane Bled 2016-2017

All Rights Reserved.


WARNING!

Do not enter
This derelict construction site,
A haunted hallway cluttered with
The latest gadgets
Designed to improve
The quality of life
By purifying noxious air particles,
And masking frayed connections.

Abstain
From prolonging
Silent-cry sufferings
Limned in photoshopped brushstrokes
Of happier times.
Cropped shots conceal
Chipped nails
Ragged cuticles;
Teeth marks in tattered forevers.

Avoid
Beating the dying horse
Covered by moth-eaten blankets
Fashioned from
The instruction manual’s ripped pages.
Erstwhile earnest expressions
Exclaimed in maximum-security terminals
Lack the sincerity
Of a lifetime in reality’s solitary cell.

Get out —
Before the prison collapses,
And buries you alive.

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