every day
i retreat a little more
into myself
away from the world
every day
a little more crumbles
breaking away
from who i used to be
every day
i let go a little more
of all of the things
that tie me to this world
every day
i feel a little closer
to the freedom
this will bring
About the Creator
Perfect Little Pirate
The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
By M. A. Mehan 7 days ago in Fiction
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