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Nov 2019
Is on fire! BURNING brightly with thoughts, ideas, emotions

                                                                         that are being thrown everywhere

the conference room...

                                                     is a mess

it's filled with white paper

                                     ink flows off the stained pages                                                                                                            

My Once Written Thoughts Chase ME!

I run away................... down the steps of abandon mines

of long forgotten trains holding all the dark, sticky, bad... stuff

                                                I don't want to touch!
                                                                                                                                                     I keep running to .... what?!

suddenly I'm in the forest.... again! that surrounds a large, ocean, vast and empty                                                                                                                                      
                                                                                                                            on the surface.

"I'm not going back in that steel walled cage! I'm not! I'm not! I'm not!"

The ink grabbed her trying to consume her.

                                             She felt numb and cold.

                   She jumped

the ocean dragged her to the cage

it was only then                                                                                                                              

                                                     she remembered this was her mind
                                                                                                              weather or not the ink got her or she was locked in the ocean steel, walled, cage

                                          she being consumed by her thoughts, emotions there is

                               No Way Out!
This poem is made to feel like two things are fighting for the narrative in this case thoughts and emotions VS the girl

Yes every misuse of grammar is intentional to create certain emphasis on different sentences
Lexi
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Lexi  15/F
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