"Don't bite the hands that feed you", they say.
Sick grins take over their faces and their eyes darken
I'm trying to run, to breath
Don't let their hands grab you
Force you
Pull you away from everything that was supposed to make sense
Their hands reach out
My soul is taken
Trapped
YOU ARE READING
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PoesíaA book of hopefully less angsty poems than my previous one, "From the Heart". Don't worry, they're still mostly sad. *** Je ne peux pas vivre sans toi
