But one day I looked up and saw the brick wall glowing in a
fluorescent orange, an indescribable kind of orange. The sun
was setting outside the state prison, ripening, bursting and
pouring its sweet juice onto the walls. This was something that
Uncle Rat had never told me about.
I wanted to detoxify myself from all the sins. I wanted
to become something different, and I realized I could become
something different. Sure, I would be in the same orange, but
it would no longer be a disgraceful orange of sin and fear–
it would be an orange of pride, an orange I wanted to be. Time
was ticking, the sky was dimming, and I knew I had to do
this before the darkness came, before the jaws of the nocturnal
came and engulfed my eggs of hope.
And so I flew.
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