Systematical Disaster

by Renegade Angel   Jul 12, 2017

There may be a coil in my back.

Like something breathing heat in my cold body.

It seems like there is something trying to revive me.

A hand covers my mouth as I try to breathe, and have the harsh air escape my lungs.

“She’s not breathing”, they say. I am all tears and anger.

They don’t want me to breathe, they don’t want me to be anything but a doll.

Another disaster, I breathe.

Again my lungs collapse from the weight of disaster.

“Consider her gone”, one person states.

My memories become dead, as hands pull the life out of my lifeless body.

Just a floating, systematical disaster.

There goes another.


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