FreeA Poem by yourhaircutman
The hands loosened their grip.
I readjusted my rib cage and popped it back into place. Light-headed, I managed to stand up and take a look at myself in the mirror. "Who are you?" My clothes were filthy, covered in dirt, blood, and the debris of shattered dreams. My brown eyes seemed so pale and beaten. They once contained a thin hazel ring within the iris, but that seemed to have faded as well. I felt weak in the knees, but that's expected after being the victim all your life. I left the question unanswered for a few minutes, trying to regather myself. The hand left imprints in my bones, left my spine crooked. I stopped shaking. A sadistic look came upon my face. One loud shriek and it was gone. "I'm not sure; but I know who I will be."
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Added on July 5, 2012 Last Updated on July 5, 2012 Tags: pleasewritehome, life, sad, better, free Author
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