Stuff I write

Without death, there is no life. Without life, there is no death

November 27, 2023. 2:32 AM

From her land she was taken, and her family slayed.
The green land burnt and its people threatened.

Fragile and voiceless, tied and chained like a thing to be kept.
In a dark and wet spot inside a sad ship in the middle of obscure waters.

Little food or comfort, no love nor empathy, just abuse and neglect.
Thinning by the days and weakened by the hours, she was kept alive without her consent, she just wanted to die.

No plants, no trees, no sun, no breeze, no deaths she was thinning. Why even have her breathing?

Without death she was powerless, without death, she couldn't kill them.