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She lives here, but she is not content here. Most people love their homes - they decorate them with such love and care and treat it like some delicate treasure. Their homes are a part of their souls.

Hers is too. Destroyed. Scratched and burned and parched and torn. Her nails can be felt on the walls all the time. Screeching, gnawing, trying to scratch their way out of this prison, all alone. Sometimes the walls shake, but breaking? That's out of the question. They're stronger than even her will to get out.

Come close. You can hear her shouting. Look into through the window. See her nails screeching. And breaking. But she is persistent. Deranged. Almost an animal. Crazier than you could ever see.

She... is me.

© 2017 Vasilees Sybissyl

Author's Note

Hiya people! Hope you like this story! This actually came to me when me, Shasha, and Soumya were trying to coax our brains into getting ideas.

So what say? Is it not so repetitive now, Soumya? I'd really like to hear it from you.

Let me know! The reviews section's always open, guys!

Love,
Vasilees

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Coyote Poetry

A complete tale in so few words. I liked the description leading the reader to the perfect ending. Thank you Vasilees for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 5 Years Ago

5 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your kind words, Coyote!!!

5 Years Ago

You are welcome my friend.

Shasha

Oh god, those words, though simple but are pulling me out of myself. This is you. You are coming out Vasilees to show the world what you really are!!!