Prison Poems

flea

I

Beneath greedy fingers

Tainted with violence

Impossible landscapes

Of scarlet and sinew

Dance beneath the surface

II

Flashes of angry crimson

Bleed through dirt-caked bandages

So brittle they fall away

At the mere suggestion

Of curious fingertips

III

The itching is relentless

Colonies of lice and fleas

Flit through greasy hair and skin

Swarms of tiny peppery specs

That inflame the senses

4 responses to “Prison Poems

    • I remember I had just read a book about the filthy conditions in a prison when I wrote this, I was in the library usually I don’t remember where I wrote a poem but I really liked the book and it drives me crazy that I do not remember the name of it

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