Jan-23-23
The barbed wire comes from under the bed and wraps itself around my ankles , I take a breath
Breath ....1 2 3...breath as my eyes grow wide and the tears start to fall
I want to scream but my throat is raw from all the internal cries of agony...
The wire grows in magnitude as I start to struggle and I find myself gasping , the wires tighten and dig into my skin ....
I weep but submit and slowly they loosen...leaving their tiny cuts behind all over my "just fine" body and throat.
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Writings from the soul
Poetryhello my name is Xander and these are my original poems/ short writings. I write what's real to me, what's my reality and what is raw but also some are just burst of inspiration and I write as they come to me and will keep them organized. feel fre...
