He held me
in his clutches,
I watched myself
begin to die in
the reflection of his eyes.
He dropped me
to the floor
and even though
I said I wouldn't go back,
I still took
the hand he offered.
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Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
