A tearing cuts the silence
Hear me sigh
~my first breath~
Use me
Abuse me
Ride me into death
Blinded with no understanding,
And being abrubtly strecthed..
Strained beyond my own confidence.
Wrapped around something awkward,
hearing confessions of sweet nothings
then rubbed against a stranger.
A soft stranger seeming so familar
taunts me into stiff position.
And as I ponder..
~whats next to occur~
I am forced in a narrow pool
But I smell a scent so sweet to me
While on the edge of drowning..
weakened by steady helplessness,
the thrust becomes pounding.
My travel has brought me
close to death..
my insides tight and throbbing.
I must have took my final breath
Because my interior filled with something
Ripped away from the only home I've known
And peeled off broken structure..
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Submission Name: Protective Point of View
