The Nicolson Institute: Sarah Hanlon




I bounce around inside your pocket,
your leg moves
and you feel the chill of
my smooth exterior.
Your hand reaches into your pocket.
You wrap it around me.
Your grip is re-assuring to you,
but to me it feels like torture.
I know this feeling.
I've felt it many times before.
Your hand now grips harder and harder
as the voices get louder and louder.
I feel your index stick against my trigger.
I feel the rush of air
as he pulls me out.
It all happens so fast.
One moment.
One movement.
One sound.

by Sarah Hanlon