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Rebekah (Enemy)
There is no life to lead
No love to leave
in here
This hollow
Unto which I’m bonded
I’m my own
Hateful prisoner
My gnashing guard
my towering walls
No oats to retch;
- no bloodied fingers to reach
no fluid to spill
To stain this cracked floor
My sanctuary.
There are no chains to break
No smiles to fake
no fury to feel
No cuts to heal-
Loss’s to mourn-
Nor scabs torn
There is nothing
Days spent lost
-into years forgot
My own captive
My crimson queen
This silent implosion
this sore disguise.
My tomb.
Published 26th Apr 2013
| Edited 24th Sep 2014
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Anonymous
15th May 2013 7:26pm
It's an interesting read. I dig the bleakness and the feel of futility.
