sixty days solo
sent to think about what i've done
but instead I chisel fingernails into talons
with restless teeth
and pluck out every body hair
one by one by hand
sixty days solo
still don't understand what I did
but maybe crazy is more dangerous
than evil
I heard the nurses gossip as the flap opened
four little words
'they let him go'
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