Inspired by my hollowed heart, and the feeling I get in my stomach everytime I hear "Prison Sex" by Tool. It's a sad, sick world. But I had to give this poem a name, so you would expect exactly what you get.
Currently this poem is under revisions. Just a new project I am working on with another poet on this postpoems site, who's insight and opinion i value very much. Zawadi X, thank you for the challenge.
