Room 98

August 25, 2011

they threw us in a van
and drive drive drive brought us to what
they called the room: number
was ninetyeight but there were
no houses around there:
it was just a dirty garage
among some abandon’d
factories; a clay neighborhood –
and there they kept us those
four days where we accused our friends
(and enemies as well)
families and acquaintances
of every suggested
and imaginabile offence.

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