The fire that runs down your hands and feet;
The pain that consumes you while you sleep.
Your nightmares continues to brand your brain
While you choke down on your fervent pain.
The memories keep you awake at night
Until you realize, "My body is not... mine."
It's not just pain but a gushing mixture
That have brought your tongue in a continuous suture.
The tied you down while you have spoken
They're afraid society has awoken.
While you recalled how he did it
The court shushed you and said,
"You were asking for it."
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Sounds of a Fish Attempting to Scale a Skyscraper
Poetry*Finished - first anthology in the Skyscrapers series* Hold fast onto life For it soon slips by. Find the things you love And hold onto them tight. But not too tight, For sometimes they leave Or find something more interesting To shove up their sle...
