in a house with no
direct sunlight,
in shadowed corners and with the
sound of ticking clocks
in the season of failed escape
in an empty room
six inches off the floor,
naked,
rope around his neck
and the groan of the
furnace but never
enough heat
a promise of salvation,
but never enough days
sound of weeping birds
outside every cracked and
frost-stained window
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