Pebbles for rice
and rocks for meat,
but this last meal couldn't have tasted any better.
The surrounding fell silent
as all but the sound of the metal bars
meeting with the baton resonated down the corridor.
Cling, Clang
The jingle of keys hugged the echo
Cling, Clang
They were fast approaching
Cling, Clang
4 years have passed for this very moment
With the last spoon of rice scrapping to the back of my throat,
I spun the cutlery around to carve in the last marking on the wall.
Amongst the countless others that reflected an eternity
in this cell, this mark was the most pleasurable.
Because this mark was the one of
Freedom.
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