I am a
fragile beast
of the worst
kind.
I use my
fingers to
count
atrocities
waged by me.
Judge, jury
and prison
are the same
small space
that contains
a world.
At one time,
a carnival,
glittering
with wonders
and
delights, has left
nothing behind
but
the refuse
of thousands.
The remnants
of discarded
joy occupy
this space,
now devoid
of hope.
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