Wednesday
Metal Heart'Good morning. Good morning.' I test it on my tongue.
But it's not the same.
I can't make it sound the way he does.
My mother always tells me practice makes perfect. So I keep trying.
His face is close. No space between us and yet I can't feel his breath.
Not at all.
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Today, there's a new man. Old and yellow.
I ask him why the old man is yellow.
He tells me the man died from liver failure. It's the reason why his skin is yellow.
Where did he come from? I want to know.
From outside, is his respond.
My eyes turn to the steel door with its little plastic window.
And I wonder. I wonder why I never thought of leaving through the door.
Do I want to?
Leave, that is.
I take a numb step towards it and turn back to look.
He is busy conversing with the small yellow man.
So I take another step.
And another.
But I'm not getting any closer.
To the door, that is.
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I find myself asking.
Do I want to?
Leave, that is.
My arm is outstretched. My finger extends.
My mother always tells me never to give up. So I don't.
I want to know what's on the other side.
The outside.
He grabs me from behind and throws me over his bare shoulder.
To take me back and away.
I know... His scars... I'm to be one of them.
Just one of them.
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