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Show INCIDENT REGARDING CELL BLOCK "A" Down the muddled hall where the voices never stop sounding out in the hollow of your chest," the cop couldn't see around the back of the figure hunched over surrounding another like a shell, the arm sweeping out and in as when you wrap yourself in a cloak or wrap a child inside you. Except here the cloak was spilling onto the floor, gave no warmth but released it crawling down the corridor holding everyone in their last step or begging to skim the edge of this weird pieta, the man with the shining arm opening up the one within his shadow climbing in to pop the heart with a twelve-inch shank. 16 |