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Heather OC: Week 30 of 208

Cages


Slither in no place

To be your glass tank

Prison. Coiled corner,

A false heat stone - victims


Dropped from god hands above -

Also trapped and doomed.

Put a jail in every corner.

Add unnatural death.


Jail-keeper imprisons

To feel powerful. Tombs

Of mice left to cannibalism.

A gecko that scales walls


In a tiny moonlit lodge,

Hoping for a patch of leftover

Lettuce sky. Raptors

Field day. Benson’s


Auction. Monsters escape;

Clear the room.

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