Dragging the floor,
Like a mangled doll.
Facing a decrepit wall,
Rip it off like paper.
The blackness of void,
Like a pool of ice water.
Out a silver hand outstretches,
Rippling the wall.
You’re pulled inside,
soaked by the dark.
Inside feels like thousands
of pins and needles sticking inside.
Numbness a wool blanket covering you.
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This girl have been cooking food for her family, she used to have a promise for eternity, that she would be with only one person, her parents would have chosen that man in person, but one fine day her innocence