Confession - Poem by Kennedy Huston
I'm sitting in a chair
my hands can only move inches
cuffed together behind my chair
my eyes down cast
the door opens
chair legs scrape the floor
a sight settles in the air
'Why did you do it'
'Where are they'
they don't need to know though
the only thing they need to know
is that i'll never tell.
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