Don’t say it, lest they put you

In prison

With nothing to write with and

No intake paper to tear up into small pieces to make kinesthetic words

The sponge tooth brush they give you

Having no bristles

To rip out and make words

To look at

Your fingernails never did

Grow long enough

To scratch curves into the concrete walls

And the place will

Invade the wide world

In your mind and push out so

You forget

These lines and shapes

What the words look like

And the languages they make

But I said too much

Already, it is what we

Have to do out here,




Is the one word that will remain

And choke you

Like God



© 2015, Amaya Engleking



  1. den169 · September 23, 2016


  2. LuAnne Holder · October 1, 2016

    Oh the horror of not being able to write. I love that phrase “make kinesthetic words”.

    • Gospel Isosceles · October 18, 2016

      Yes, I unfortunately had to discover such a horror while I was dragged out of my hotel room, held under arrest, and thrown in jail for a night. It all turned out to be a horrible mistake, but I nonetheless saw a world where people were denigrated to an animalistic existence.

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