The long coupon bus rides
To the neon towers in the darkness.
The buzzers on the unmarked doors,
leading to hidden abattoirs—
disguised as oases.
Invisible prisons
you locked yourself in,
just to see if you could escape.
No one will ever understand
how hard it was
to break through those bars—
except the other inmates.
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