Hurt was banged away for being far too troublesome
And the door to the Locker was turned firm
It sat in the dark and wondered a while
Then it screamed and kicked against hard reinforced metal
“Let me out! Let me out!” It yelled and thrashed
And it hollered and screeched some more
In what seemed an eternity of isolated frenzied panic
Until it was bleeding red, bruised blue and all burnt out
The Locker was dank and fetid with sweat
Hurt quivered in pain, broken in that Locker
While outside the Voice breathed slowly
And listened deep in the dark.
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