where the writers are
regain

The prison wall had centered my head against patterns uncertain.

Why rest

And then again, 

Why rest

Why wait at all,

And gathered further into the glimmer

She rested

Waited

Don’t tell

Don’t tell,

She didn’t wait for him

No.

Against the prison wall

Quarter inch up to heaven sake resting place

Bring on bed spread

Why not wait

Not wait,

Why wait

Rest,

Why rest

I regain

She pricks her veins

Bruises

Skin

Thin

Abrasive

Soft

White

Hairless

Skin

Who or through out who

She is about to

Go announce

She spread announce

No rest

Pain in the neck

She’s older and older again

Frivolous

Skin

Bound to no reason

And pleasure no reason with pleasure with reason

Sustained at the neck

Deep breathing

Wrapped in red bed sheets

Wailing down the wall

Prison gates

Open end

Open ending,

Ending

Ending.