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Being Me

by kerry-ann-herrmann

Hearing everything and nothing. Whisperings from cracks in the walls Scream louder than words spoken from a loved one. Sucking bitter blood from a wound, Metallic iron coating the tongue. A relished prize from the clawing and biting. Viewing an isolated flag at half mast, A stark contrast to the pearl blue sky. Red stripes drifting in the wind with no inherent strength. The scent of decaying wood, Musty, stale, and earthy, Lacking ventilation, suffocating in rot. Flesh feeling swollen and disjointed, Sensing pressure from an unknown source. Disabled nerves that are unable to move properly. Dreams of disappearing, Yet wanting to stay. When will the conflict be over?
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Jun 4, 2022
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