when I lived in that Place.

We ran a lot,

from

the people who Chased with claw like fingers

and

Poked and Prodded us

when I lived in that Place.

The other children spoke of Morbid images

racing with thoughts,

Sitting in the dark.

when I lived in the place.

It was warm

too warm

and

the claws

made us wear thick, heavy sweaters that

itched.

when I lived in that place.

When I lived in that place

I saw things that I don't know about

but

we all know about

those thing we don't know

when I lived in that place.

The claws made us

stir

their chicken stew

and

we

stirred our own soup

if

we were hungry

and we were always hungry.

when I lived in that Place.

and mostly

it was Lonely

very

very

lonely.

When I lived in that place.

The End

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