Trapped

by Cheslah   Aug 25, 2005


Trapped.
Alone in a place she wishes not to be.
Forced against her will
to places she hates.

Kept.
Forced to see people she doesn't want to see.
Blade in the windowsill,
leads her to her fate.

Slapped.
The first cut stings like a bee.
She cannot wait until she's still,
when she can open deaths gate.

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