Pressed between the glass,
there is no room.
No room to process here,
let alone breathe.
No room to tear, or smear, or heave.
No room, but my body
and soul
and flesh on for display.
a naked subject, dissected and studied.
No room.
As they slash at my leg. No room.
The eating and taking of my blood.
No room. To move.
While they tinker and play.
No room.
As they drain my life force away.
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