System

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She was bound by her fears.
She forgot her name and she resented her purpose.
She was another number in the world just waiting to be subtracted with time.
She was just flesh and bone; no light, no soul.
Everyone stood still as they saw it coming her way.
A huge shadow, an immense figure formed and it marched in here direction.
No one dared to tell her, not one person warned her.
Her eyes were pinned and her head befriended the ground.
As they saw it stand behind her, everyone turned their backs and went on with their lives.
This was none of their business, she was alone, this was all her fault.
This shadow,color of a wretched black stood behind her and stapled a tag on her collar.
She shook slightly but she didn't bother to look up.
This huge and oppressing thing kicked her to the ground.
It looked down and spit in her face.
A tear ran down her cold red cheeks and disappeared at the crease of her mouth.
The shadow turned her over on her back and swung a powerful blow at her stomach.
She couldn't help but to choke on her muffled scream.
Her bones crackled and creaked as she tumbled down the street.
No one dared to take a look, no one wanted to help.
Her eyes opened wide with despair.
She couldn't speak so she hoped that her eyes would tell a thousand words.
But no, no one cared.
Then she wondered, did they not care or were they just as scared.
Were they frightened by the supreme shadow that governed over them.
The shadow stood above her and laughed once again.
She rolled on her side and curled in to a fetus position.
It started to rain and her cloth started to strip away from her skin.
With shame,the shadow turned away and headed for another victim.
But before he left he stooped down and whispered in her ear : "I am the system".
She stayed there.
Her naked self was proof to the ones around her that she had nothing but her own body.
Her fingertips turned blue as she shivered in the cold.
All she thought of was the way she was to die.
Nothing mattered anymore.
She wasn't ashamed anymore, she was to die.

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