"You must want very much to die. You look like a trapped animal. "
I am exhausted by the thought of waking to another day. My limbs are limp and fragile. My eyes are sunken and devoid of their once bright colour. But still, I bare my teeth, once sharp fangs now blunt and chipped by the metal of my cage, my gums reseed almost to the top of my lips. My claws rigid and unkempt. It is unbearably painful to live the life of a trapped animal, where your reason for life is another's entertainment. My soul is beaten and bruised, but despite my abominable suffering, I will claw at the metal that is my cage - that is the expectations of my life - until it either gives way or tumbles entirely. No matter how bitter the night or or how strong the urge is to walk alongside death, like the trapped animal I am, I will seek my freedom; I will seek out life.
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The World That Is My Mind
RandomThis is a series of short drabbles bout things I experience and feel that could be relatable to others. Still not sure if these could be classified as stories or poems or whatever else you want to call them, so u as readers can decide for yourselves...
