Every time I change my body, they put me in a new cage, poke, prod, then leave.
Clang goes the door.
My hate builds so much: I become a rope and slither over to the wall. Now I’m bricks. Wait ‘til visiting time. This brick wall’s gonna bust out. Watch.
Brenda Anderson’s fiction has appeared in various places including ASIM and SpeckLit. She lives in Adelaide, South Australia.