cutting off the last breath
In the hot smelly room
with closed doors
Too many bodies
mingling
cigarettes puffing
filling scarred lungs
Back to back
butt to butt
belly to belly
Beating our heads
against the walls
trying to make sense
of what is happening
on the outside
Windows open
swooshing in fresh air
people sucking
like fish out of water
Thinking the air is
exclusively theirs
oblivious to others
not wanting to share
Sweat still oozes
from the screaming pores
of the paranoid
Sandra L. Hazley
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