ESCAPE
Someone
straps something
around my arm.
Another
on my neck.
I don't know
what it is,
but when
they look away
I rip them off.
Before they can stop me
I leap out of the bed.
I'm thinner
than usual.
I feel lighter.
I feel dizzy.
Everything is white
Everything is blurry.
I fight through it.
I run out the room
ignoring their protests,
ignoring their yells.
I swing the curtain
that was next to mine
right open.
There he is.
Everything is blurry
apart from him.
I only see
him.
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Listening | Han Jisung
Fanfiction"You never fucking listen to me. I told you to wait. I told you to stop. I told you to slow down. Now I'm here, listening to these fuck-ups talk about my fate." RANKINGS: #43 IN POEMS
