This prison
The weight of your hand
felt against my skin-
I close my eyes
to the cool stinging of
skin connecting
with miserable flesh.
I pray someone to find me,
to take me away
from mine prison.
This known anger-
beating at me,
fighting to win.
My soul withers from inside
as no escape is shown.
No one to see,
no one to save me
from this wretch.
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