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Freedom

By Kati Frazier

She fell apon the floor,

and heard a chainblot click

longside her door.

Again her fate was fixed.

Letting herself collapse,

she fell apon a broken chair.

And suddenly her hand clasped

the stinging wound left bare.

Silently she tends the wound

beyond all shouts of pain.

Instinct says to tear the door down,

but she knows it will be in vain.

Outside of her cage,

branches sway free.

Taunting her visage

her pain they cannot see.

She dares to open her window,

to curse their name.

Then lightning casts its glow,

she falls back in shame.

Rain washes blood off her back,

her tears like sugar fall.

Coating fears, hiding the lack.

She hears a silent call.

Silently she decides,

never again to make sound.

Ignoring the pain behind each stride,

a solution has been found.

With joy hidden behind her eyes,

she finds her implament

to shed Earthly disguise.

Confident in her intent.

With no sound of anguish,

she slices her veins.

Her last granted wish

to end all her pains.

Her predator returns,

and to his dismay

the events that he churned

left her nearly gone where she lay.

He bandages the arms

that he once bruised,

claiming his acts, for love and charm,

but only needs his anger to be loosed.

And as she is given new scars,

what he cannot see

is that for once she smiles

because, for a moment, she was free.

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