Slave to Life

Thinking of incorporating this into one of my novels. Hope you enjoy the little piece

There was a deep heaviness in her chest

Blood starting to freeze in her veins

Her eyes glazed looking like glass

Nothing but a hollow, empty vessel

Breathing in to live, only caused her soul to burn

In an exhale she would close her eyes

Trying to release her essence

Every breath she took made her a slave

The shackles twisted and wrapped

Tightly around her heart they squeezed

Her heart made of glass shattered

Leaving pieces of herself in everything she once loved

Reviews

[genocide]

does this mean you feel like you're falling to pieces my dear

[FlatLineBeauty]

That I am xo FLB