[cramped in this little cage]
By tickledpink
cramped in this little cage tear stained enclosure held by these shackles your words push me to run run away from you these sad shackles digging into my skin into me holding me here still excruciatingly my wrists begin to bleed cut by the shackles your words twist around them these things you say carve my soul piece by piece with every word another piece falls to the ground and whithers Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 02:22 PM PST 10 • 0
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"cramped in this little cage..."