Crime statistics show a couple of common denominators right across the globe: poverty and instability in the home. Tightrope is my stab at crime poetry.
Tightrope
To strangle time
he etched
horizontal lines
on cell walls,
tripping over
a limp pencil,
drawing
the tightrope
he wished
had choked him
not stretched out
in front
from day one.
He asphyxiated
day 7049
charting another
rope,
wiping out
the last glimmer
of white wall
he'd soon bunk
to seek
dense
green pastures
unfamiliar to
screaming
tightrope walkers.
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