Mercy for Mercedes - 20/07/15

At six o'clock

on the sixth day

ash falls

from the sixth cigarette

and twenty years perish

ribbons of smoke

slither

through the empty space

around bars

of harsh daylight

in the chamber

silences reigns

a tear drops

onto stone

creatures three

half-alive

pulsate

unsynchronised

on bony chairs

distance

between blue and green walls

who knew that hell would be

this cold

and this quiet