On Whose Lips Will These Tears I Drop

Small Hole in the Corner of the Room

The morning had come, the scent of the dream I had just released was still felt at every certain point in my body, especially in my second self, it was no longer as strong as it was just a moment ago. Aih, uh,,

Because my place is the worst place, for bandits like me, they don't provide a big hole for where I stare at the outside world, just a small hole in the corner of the wall. They are indeed excited. The hole is hard made of iron, maybe every day I will know, today it has been night and it is morning from the small hole.

At that time I brought my face closer to a small hole that was slightly fitting around my eyes. From that hole I saw a rock and some trees. Shit, nothing interesting. Surprisingly, why in a place like this is a small hole.

Not long after that, I heard the sound of shoes rushing into my room. His voice was more than a single jolt, it was impossible for the same person to step with both feet. Maybe this morning I'll have a good breakfast.

"It's breakfast, please eat the best bandits."

he put it in front of me and went back, without further ado closing the door.

I was very hungry, I took a plate covered with black plastic and one glass of water next to it was also covered with black plastic.

I took her to a corner where I could see rocks and trees. I folded my legs, hastily then removed the black plastic wrapper. My feelings immediately changed, I didn't know what they were giving me, like a mixture of poor and rich people. The color is forced yellow, there are also some confounders, not clear. The poor are sometimes leafy, like the leaves of the shoots of yam or other leaves, the rich, of course, are slippery, only sometimes colorful, not beautiful but disgusting.

One spoon, whose section has already set, I pull. Aihhh, Kental unbroken along elongated, slimy. I lift it closer to my nose, the smell is different, I pull out the tip of my tongue and try not to be surprised by the taste I will receive.

When my tongue touched the food, my hand moved violently and the spoon in my hand fell off. The taste I found was worse than the taste of any food that had been left for twenty years. I immediately sipped the water in the glass, it was worse, I can't tell you what it was like.

I put the food and water back where the waiter gave it to me.

Almost 10 hours later he came back with the same food and dishes of the same pattern on me. Alumanium plates, which they have designed. If I am disappointed, the plate is ready to accept my anger and disappointment.

"How, is the food good?" He smiled as he took the first meal.

"Oh, it tastes good. If I knew, in a prison like this the food was good, I'd been a bandit a long time ago. Or, to make it more tragic, I killed one police station, all of them died horribly. I must be smiling, because I will be in the law longer, of course, have the opportunity to eat delicious. You want to help me?"

"For what?"

"Get me out of here, just for a second."

"For what?"

"To kill your mother or father, so that I may be punished longer and eat well. How do you want to?"

His face immediately paled, then left me, last he left the sound of a strong door slam.

******

That morning, the same two policemen came back to me. With the look of her face she greeted me.

"How are you?"

"It's so healthy, it's even healthier than you." I looked at him sharply.

"Owwhhhh, early in the morning already angry, patient. I came to tell you that soon a television reporter will come to see you, and if you want to get out quickly, you must answer as if you did. Remember if you tell me the truth, then your age here can be assured, for the rest of your life. You understand!"

I can't do anything about it, I've tried to defend myself, but I have no witnesses, except my own eyes. Surely I lost because they had two witnesses. Even though the canned witness, it was definitely them who won.

I didn't heed the question. Being ready with everything is the right way to be safe.

They were gone, just after that 2 journalists and two well-equipped police officers came to me. They're standing in front of my jail cell. One reporter was holding a big camera, and the other was standing right in front of me. The two policemen stood behind them.

The reporter asked me a lot of questions. I just answered a few questions.

the first 5 days I was still in my cell, no matter what happened I was not allowed to go out. If I want to defecate and urinate I do it near the picture of the naked woman. It's nothing, defecating while imagining something that is already in front of my eyes I think is an easy way to add happiness in a place like this.

Day six, two cops came to me. They said today was a free day.

They pulled my body out, my legs were still a little sore from the gunfire a few days ago.

"Please go anywhere in this big room, you are free to do whatever it is if you are able and also careful with death, it can come if you take the wrong action. The tip of this gun will not hesitate to bring hot lead out toward your heart or so as not to flounder toward the trunk of your neck," they went to the samibil to blow the tip of the gun in his hand.

I stood staring at all the prisoners, some were fighting, maybe a week they made a deal to fight, maybe to be the ruler in the worst place I've ever seen. Surprisingly none of the Police banned him, they just smiled as they prepared to launch hot lead on anyone, certainly in violation of the rules.

I walked the other way, I saw a meeting between the families of prisoners. It seems to be really free. Suddenly a teenage boy with a small body walked a little quickly towards me. I pulled his hand.

"Hey, where are you going?"

He saw me a little cynical, "What do you want?" He answered while wanting to leave.

"Wait, wait, I wonder why there's a free day like this?"

"Thank you, for sure if you're already in this place don't you dream of getting out. You know, the prisoner in this place is the most terrible prisoner in history. So have fun, before the heartbreaking time comes."

"You mean?"

He didn't answer my question anymore, he just left. While saying, "Prepare the horses to your right."

I don't understand what's going to happen.

Not long after that I heard a siren sound from a guard post. All the prisoners immediately ran towards the big door I saw was still closed but suddenly it opened. I didn't do anything looking at it all I felt was a safe way to avoid the ugliness.

There was nothing left, everything was already inside those passageways. It was very clear the sound of screaming in pain.

Slowly I entered the hallway, the darker it was the little light that seemed far away at the end of the hall.

Every time I step, I hear screams of pain. I can't see it, but from what I've heard so many people are losing in this darkness.

For almost five minutes I set foot in that dark hallway, and suddenly the light flashed with a very bright light. At first I was surprised, but after the light was safe in my eyes, I tried to see clearly. Damn, it turns out that not 5 or 6 people are sprawled in this place.

I approached the teenage boy who told me earlier, to get ready.

"You okay?" I asked while lifting his body to stand up.

"I failed."

"You mean?"

"I failed in this race. This is what I said earlier, in this dark alley you should be able to be the first to touch your holding cell. If you win, then your prison time in this place is reduced by 30 days."

I stood up and stared at all those sprawled, "Could I be the first fastest?" I thought to myself in my heart.

I went back into my cell enjoying the light from the small hole and if I was tired of being able to move on to the picture of a naked woman, if I measured her height just as fast as I could. Very steady if making love for such a body category.

The night has come, I hope a great dream comes to see me.