tortured and running
away from the cellar,
barefoot on gravel.
the man that will sell her
is closing the distance,
now no one can help her.
motives, unquestioned,
heartbreak in action.
keep her in a cage,
chipped down to a fraction
of who was brought home.
snapping— the impaction.
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People treated as animals literally or verbally as a metaphor the same. We should not even treat animals that way. A rather haunting and dark write. Loved it.
I agree, and thank you
Hayleigh, this is tightly wound and brutally honest. Each line delivers like a football in flightโฆ"snapping...the impactionโ is such a final, visceral note. Brilliantly unflinching. And thatโs what gives it its power. Beautifully done, my friend. ๐น๐
thanks, Tristan!
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