From jail to jail.
From cuff to cuff.
From courthouse to courthouse.
From prison to prison
he looks at me with cold eyes
that speak a language that only i can understand.
I know what he see's.
He see's an angry soul
in the body of an adolescent
who hides her gloomy skies, flooded valleys
and sipping serpents with
pink bunnies, cotton candy, and
beautiful tulips. Hidden is what she is.
Hidden is all she will ever be.
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