A Prison Tour

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taller.</p><p id="8111">By now, the crystals alone are worth millions.</p><p id="7ac4">This prison that I supervise has a great collection of torture devices. Most of them play with the mind.</p><p id="4075">There are some rare pieces, highly valuable. A few of the devices work on broken promises.</p><p id="7124">Nothing gets them going better though, than the promises the prisoner breaks!</p><p id="fb50">Visitors sometimes ask why the prisoner never changes or why there are no other prisoners, as they tap the glass.</p><p id="69f5">A simple explanation won’t satisfy them, so I come up with an elaborate story:</p><p id="862d">“You see, if the prisoner leaves or changes habits, the prison will be empty… <i>No, there are no other prisoners</i>. Our prisoner knows that.</p><p id="98a8">It’s through this very prisoner’s pain that this structure was built. I merely served as a coordinator.</p><p id="b267">I never lock the doors, but the prisoner… <i>Please, don’t ta

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p the glass so hard</i>!</p><p id="4609">As I was saying, the doors are never locked. The prisoner ordered the most ornate locks.</p><p id="c7bd">One could say that this is not a prison… it’s a palace! <i>Yes, you can find everything in the souvenir shop</i>.</p><p id="c165">Let’s move on to the next exhibit room now.</p><p id="f16e">On your left, you can see the tapestry the prisoner wove by hand 42 years ago…”</p><div id="d66f" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-power-of-poetry-3d8dfd2beecc"> <div> <div> <h2>The Power of Poetry</h2> <div><h3>how to submit? 2023</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*OfAwmC7ROJ7Why-jpZe6FQ.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Poetic prose

A black and white photo of a person standing in front of a window and looking outside, in a dark room. Photo by Sasha Freemind on Unsplash

The prison I supervise is made of flesh and wounds. Its walls are made of poisons and flowers, and its floors are crystalized tears. It’s a prison without cells, but not without life!

Visitors come and go, and marvel at my prisoner. The only one in this enormous structure.

Every day, the prisoner wakes up hoping that this is the day. Every night, more crystals reinforce the floors. And the walls grow taller.

By now, the crystals alone are worth millions.

This prison that I supervise has a great collection of torture devices. Most of them play with the mind.

There are some rare pieces, highly valuable. A few of the devices work on broken promises.

Nothing gets them going better though, than the promises the prisoner breaks!

Visitors sometimes ask why the prisoner never changes or why there are no other prisoners, as they tap the glass.

A simple explanation won’t satisfy them, so I come up with an elaborate story:

“You see, if the prisoner leaves or changes habits, the prison will be empty… No, there are no other prisoners. Our prisoner knows that.

It’s through this very prisoner’s pain that this structure was built. I merely served as a coordinator.

I never lock the doors, but the prisoner… Please, don’t tap the glass so hard!

As I was saying, the doors are never locked. The prisoner ordered the most ornate locks.

One could say that this is not a prison… it’s a palace! Yes, you can find everything in the souvenir shop.

Let’s move on to the next exhibit room now.

On your left, you can see the tapestry the prisoner wove by hand 42 years ago…”