Poem: Grey walls – A night in a police station

[trigger warning – mentioning of police violence]

Grey walls – A night in a police station

I‘m waiting.
Waiting till this is over.
I‘ve heard what you do.
Waiting till this is over.
I‘ve heard that you make people scream.
Am I going to be the next one?
I‘ve heard you‘ve broken bones.

My blood rushes around,
but there is no where to go.
My blood rushes around,
but there are only grey walls and numb noise.

I‘m moving in circles,
my body is here with me.
I‘m singing in circles,
my memories are here with me.

I‘m waiting.
Waiting till this is over.
I‘ve heard what you do.
Waiting till this is over.
I‘ve heard that you make people scream.
I‘ve heard you‘ve broken bones.
I‘m waiting

The waiting is over!
Pain – floods my entire body!
Eight on one!
Pain – cuts through everything that has ever been.
My blood rushes around.
I‘ve heard you‘ve broken bones.
Nowhere to go – there is only pain.
Waiting till all is over.

I‘m waiting.
Waiting till this is over.
I‘ve heard what you do.
Waiting till this is over.
I‘ve heard that you make people scream.
I‘ve heard you‘ve broken bones.
I‘m waiting

I‘m moving in circles,
my body is here with me.
I‘m singing in circles ,
everything changed.
I‘m waiting.

The waiting is over.
I‘m here and we meet.
You, me and everything that is.
Our bodies are here together.
We are singing in circles,
our songs are here with me.
All for one.
We are here for each other.

— one of us

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