Warfare
[Power Rationing]
I feel like a mouse
who was ordained for the lab.
They impose blackouts to see how I react.
My body exudes in the darkness
chemicals that constitute the facts
of a scientist’s repast.
[Suffocation]
I feel like a moth
who is grounded for life.
The transparent dome above me
is a psycho’s empty wine glass,
entertaining his mind
with the slow process of my demise.
— Susie Gharib
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