Sanity's Flaw

Eighteen years ago, someone told me I would die for what I'd done. Since then, I've been given three meals a day. The temperature in here has never shifted far from sixty-eight degrees. Every mild cough I've had has been thoroughly examined and treated. And no one has ever laid a hand against me. Far as I know, there's never been any talk of a trial. If I have the right to an attorney, I haven't been told. I just keep on living. Keep on reliving. Thinking about it all. Eighteen years of thi...