There are just no more words. This piece is so raw with frustration, a rage that hasn’t an outlet. I was planning on posting this today anyway, but damn, seems like it is right on time.
She no longer recalls or feels
Freedom is not a concept
The curve of her back is wired
with filament and straw fills
the space that held a heart
Constructed for crows her limbs
are stripped of flesh
her pupils fixed in the dark.
Her lips are strung with suffering
she no longer speaks because
there are no words that
cut deep enough.
wow, beautiful piece and what a great photography!
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free aint free
cost lost
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