Steps linked by diamond-back patterns
knots and rattles begin to unravel
this two-faced double-helix beast
constricting my ankles and wrists
binding them together as they hiss
venom of my choices, fangs of my actions strike down on me
infecting my humanity — hate, pain, trauma accumulating into agony
transforming this new personality
all the while distorting my reality — warped beliefs and mimicry
cold-blooded viper, welcome to the prison industry
the epitome of self-pity, bloody cruelty, and slithering conspiracies
malevolent forces, guardians of the night
Machiavellian convicts, I know that you’re right
indoctrinate me into this insidious way of life
at eighteen smiling that my destiny
had been decided by a thirteen-year-old me …
Blinded Visions
