The Prison

Imagine with me if you can, a beautiful valley. The colors of fall blaze in a brilliant splendor. The cool air cuts across rolling hills of surprisingly green grass. A place where nature could be at it's fullest,were it not for the monoliths of gray cement that protrude from the earth like an industrial blemish. In the court yard, the cold gray steps dig into the hills, climbing up to the maw of a monster of hard stone.It's large mouth is braced open by tall pillars, allowing us to see the rows of orange teeth stretching into its gullet. It's eyes are many and slitted, instilling fear into the hearts of all who enter, holding dominion over all.This is a place where men hide beneath their beds, shrouded in their blankets with the hope that the light shining through the fibers will remind them of the night sky. This is a place where men are reverted to the age of four or five, where the adults tell them they "are very good", and that they are "doing so well." It sucks the happiness right out of you, this terrible monster in the mountains, like the Jabberwock resting in the forest. And if you are ever lucky enough to leave, be sure not to look back , as not to be blinded by the light that glistens from its sharp steel claws.

Skyler Goff