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Can you feel it?
Like thousands of ants running down your skin
Like hot oil pushing through your veins
Like swallowing concrete
Can you feel it?
An elevator drop
Spotty vision
Clenched fists
Can you feel it?
I'm screaming for fairness, for mercy, for peace and comfort and rightness
But I'm sitting on the floor counting the lines of the tile
Stealing anger from tomorrow
Can you feel it? My anger?
Lay your hand on me and flinch from the heat
Watch as I watch as you watch me
A lion behind a cage
You are not the one who locked me here
But if the metal bars shift and offer me lenience
My teeth will not care who's neck I bite into
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