Children of the Panopticon — Maisha Manson
1 min readDec 2, 2018
Scar tissue runs lightning bolts across the spaces on your hands use to grip too tight,
runs heartbeat solid across your feet
Your knees rough and bruised, can still taste the dirt
The sunshine, is the only thing that holds you properly now,
As you take the first step out of surveillance
Give it a minute your eyes will re-adjust