This is Rowan Gibson, one of the Prairieland Defendants. Please check out prairielanddefendants.com. This is an untitled poem.
Starving for touch,
Captors’ hands are poison
Feeding me death
Through clothes and my skin.
My body shudders,
But vomit can’t expel these toxins
And the vital sustenance of love
Is locked out of reach.
These commentaries are recorded by Prison Radio.
