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Cut me loose of my bonds with a knife.
I still wear your bruises like shackles.
But now I am free of strife.
Released by a jackal.
No longer will you
Dissect the flesh,
Twist the blade.
No more
Blood.
About the Creator
Alyssa Nicole
A toxicologist who secretly hopes to be a full-time author. One novel in progress with too many other ideas taking up space in my head until I get around to writing them. Some of those ideas end up here.
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Comments (4)
Another great entry! Your crushing these nonets!
Fantastic read, thanks for sharing
Fantastic entry, Alyssa! The way it’s written feels physical, I hope that wasn’t the case but either way brilliantly done. I especially liked the line about wearing their bruises like shackles, that felt so relatable ❤️
Yes free from toxicity.