I. Trial

I think there was air, but I had trouble finding it,
between talking with you and passing out, I made
short exploratory gasps in an attempt not to faint.

You were seventeen and I was twenty-three.
It was so cold that day I left Madison.

They have laws against these things, I know, so
what’s a knowledgeable college graduate supposed to do?

When I said good-bye, the words were steam, the wind
stung, and my heart beat hard, an enraged prisoner running
his cup back and forth along the cell bars, his frozen hands throbbing.

I was a lone complaining inmate, just me
standing stupidly, silently swearing innocence,
protesting iniquity, damning inequity, railing against unfair play,
unaccepting of the injustice of my sentence.

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Aloha #WriterSaturday, I hope you had a good week. Today’s #WritingPrompt is


Use it to inspire a piece of writing and then post that piece on your site and link back to me, or leave it as a comment below. I would love to read it : )

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