Challenge
"I refuse..." What's that area of life where you've been backed up into a wall, and have gotten sick and tired of [insert frustration]? That part of your life where you're finally ready to push back? It can be written from your point of view or that of your OC.
Toothmarks
Knee tightly embedded in my chest,
stiffly backed up against the wall,
can’t hide behind naked truth, mocking.
I refuse to set aside my threadbare dignity
as I slide to the floor in molten puddle,
living life by jagged blade of the knife,
toothmarks leaving tracks in dead soul.
Life cries a sunny day but survival becomes
my reality in an aftertaste of sawdust.
Winding staircase beckons in wailing agony,
stretched paper thin between the racks.
I hang on my last breath behind closed door,
locked within, struggling to wash hands clean.
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