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I sit in my cage

-breathing to be eating

-sleeping only to be dreaming.

I wake up alone in my cage

to a stream of sunlight from a world

that I am no longer a part of

-a stream of sunlight that provides

neither comfort nor warmth.

I rest against the bars of my cage

knowing that I don’t even deserve

the feeling of the cool steel against

my skin.

After forcing chunks of dead flesh

down,

I clutch the little, silver key that could release

me from my cage.

Instead, I curl upon the dirty floor

in the middle of my cage and close

my eyes to escape.

But I never want to leave.