An open closed cell

Open when they scream

Closed when it’s quiet
Cold concrete walls and metal bars
Draped in a fibre glass sheet
When they don’t scream
Hot walls and a hot bed
Hot metal bars fizzing with electricity
Lighting up the whole enclosure for me to see

The noises and voices echo

On concrete walls distorted
Screams and lashing
Scratching electronic machines
Whirring, buzzing and humming a tune
Joyful, blissful blasted on full volume
Bursting ear drums to the beat
Bloody ears; the taste of raw meat
Dinner’s force fed and it’s rarely not rare

Sleep is absent
Or chemically induced
Peace and truth don’t come easily
So I suppose it’s only fair that they bleed me
A thousand cuts won’t kill you
But it’ll keep you awake
While they plot over the next indignity to take

Sponge bathed by naked nurses

Choking on their truth enforcers
Stripped down naked and hanged upside down
All the while choking on another naked gown
A sheetless bed to not sleep on
Covered in excrement and hard as cement
A terrorist’s lament at the citizen’s expense
Kept safe in off-shore cells
Where the inmates sleep
Live, and scream together
Cry and fry on leather electric
High tech devices
But most of all, where the inmates lie
And die together