It lashed out across my back,
Flogging bone and skin alike.
It ripped away long dead skin,
Slaughtering new cells of promise.
It branded marks of malice,
Leaving warning signs of scars.
It dripped of bile wickedness,
Bleeding me of needed strength.
It choked me of air,
Gripping tighter with each breath.
Unfreedom drove me to my death.
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Submission Name: Unfreedom
