marks on my throat
fingerprints unique
bruises on my chest
flushed purple and blue
cracks across my skull
broken like glass
legs bent and twisted
sinister and winding rope
my head won't float
my mouth won't shriek
time waits, becoming pressed
my arms are stuck like glue
my mind feels a strong lull
I will not outlast, alas.
my mind misted yet persisted,
finished her with draining hope
no rhyme or reason with cut the ropes and stones
hands will untie and let go but first want will exist
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