Tuesday, 5 August 2014


One thousand tiny creatures bursting too be let out.
Growing, carelessly, squished with no friend.
Screaming and shouting, but trapped.
A beep and they spill, ready to be killed.
Getting put in gooey liquid is not what they like.
Helpless nothing happens.
The last breath is taken, the last move is maken.

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