Broken Down Hallways by Abby Abbott

Battered and bloody

locked up

locked down

in your broken down hallway

“where is the exit?” I ask

“Its in your hand” says the nurse

“the little yellow pill”

“Take it and you’ll be free”

I wonder Will I… be


Body heavy

Mind empty



Is this freedom?

Freedom from what?

Your broken down hallway

has become my broken down mind.


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