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Apr 12
I feel trapped.

Like a small mouse with its leg stuck under a metal bar

In a glass jar, lid ******* on tight.


No one can hear me

Goosebumps caress my body  



You look into my eyes; seeing dark grey clouds

Heart hardly pumping as my eyes bore into yours

I am dead.

Barely breathing

Glazed eyes pool

Salt dripping off eyelashes

Curves aching as nails dig deeper

I crumble under the touch

Blank face.

Blank heart.

I am dead.
Ella James
Written by
Ella James  18/F/Christchurch, New Zealand
(18/F/Christchurch, New Zealand)   
   Holly D
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