crashing against the glass.
It explored the edges, and seemed
to search for an opening
and then went straight at the panes of glass
in a series of small assaults,
and then back to the edges again,
and then it rested,
and then it went for the glass again,
hitting itself, and it didn't stop,
but carried on with it,
trying to get out and not getting out
and trying again.'
– from The Outcast, by Sadie Jones, 2008.
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