Six Months in Hades


United States
30° 10' 27.8076" N, 84° 18' 43.6536" W

Six months.
Six months till freedom.
Monotonous days,
early hours,
hard work,
lectures and tests gllore.

I move from room to room,
head aching.
The creep down the hallway winks at me.
I wince.
Then continue on.

Why am I here?
Hunger for the future.
I've eaten the pomegranate seeds.
Only six months.
I pray for spring.


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