Deep in
In my mouth a mountain
Shoved, Sealed, Heated
Volcano
Craters are my eyes
Burn my heart
"Cool down! " they say.
"I can't, " I try to shout.
It hurts
Being dipped in water, wanting to talk
In Guantanamo, Bagram, Abu Ghoraib, Evin and...
Even on the streets where prison's walls are invisible to ordinary eyes.
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