This is a strange kind of prison.
Its walls are made of ‘I do’,
its barred windows from ‘I love you’
and, technically, you can leave
if you choose
but there’s a bigger prison
outside these walls;
the barred windows look out
onto horrors too great
to comprehend. Yes this
is a strange prison indeed –
a box within a bigger box,
a storm in the eye
of a storm bigger still…
I lie on my bed
and contemplate the ceiling –
those strange, intricate patterns.
Joshua Seigal
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