Michael Woodbury
Nov 2 · 1 min read

Atraparme

Again, in a cell.

Each block and bar so familiar.

Everywhere I turn.


Everywhere. I turn.

Climbing and climbing takes you deeper and deeper into the hole.


Where I build my home, I build my prison.

I dare not breathe the air of freedom.

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