A Poem by yourhaircutman

The hands loosened their grip.
I readjusted my rib cage and popped
it back into place.
Light-headed, I managed to stand up
and take a look at myself in the mirror.

"Who are you?"

My clothes were filthy, covered
in dirt, blood, and the debris of
shattered dreams.
My brown eyes seemed so pale and beaten.
They once contained a thin hazel ring within
the iris, but that seemed to have faded as well.

I felt weak in the knees, but that's expected
after being the victim all your life.

I left the question unanswered for a few minutes,
trying to regather myself. The hand left imprints in
my bones, left my spine crooked.
I stopped shaking.

A sadistic look came upon my face. One loud
shriek and it was gone.

"I'm not sure; but I know who I will be."

© 2012 yourhaircutman

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Added on July 5, 2012
Last Updated on July 5, 2012
Tags: pleasewritehome, life, sad, better, free



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