Sleeping under stars, dancing with her ghost it's her only
endeavour
She prays silently to
exist in that moment for forever
Forever is an intricate word sometimes its eternity sometimes its mere second.
Awoken by whistle of chilling wind she sighs cause it was the best dream she had ever reckon
Fed up by the blank ceiling hovering above her.
She squeezed her eyes tight the reality still seems blur.
Had I been any different I’d be walking freely
Stead, she is trapped in four walls mercilessly.
The honesty of the reality seems surreal
But the aftermath of it made her life peril.
The need of her to live more than survive is vivid.
But the bruises she felt inside were still livid.
Haunted by her own cries and scream.
She is still trying to find the quiet and to redeem.
The solitary battle she has been fighting, no one will ever deem.
cause the illusion the man hold of control is beginning to be real as it seems.
Let’s not try to normalise rape
cause She could be you
She could be me
or just maybe and maybe she could be free!
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