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Broken Lives...

7-12-17

By Kylee CheyannePublished 4 years ago 1 min read
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I raise my hands to the glass

The coolness sends a shiver throughout my body.

I open my eyes and look up

The rain pours down towards me.

I move my fingers slowly

The glass instantly turns on me

And breaks.

I gasp as it shatters

But I dare not move

Away.

I feel blood make it’s way down

The truth in the pieces falling to the

Ground.

I raise my eyes back to the glass

The broken lives inside have finally

Escaped.

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surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Kylee Cheyanne

~I’m just a person who enjoys to write, nothing too special, just me.~

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