Shackled

She was engulfed in smoke

Somewhere in between

Consciousness and sleep

In death throes deep within.
She cried silently

In the blackness of night.

While dreams danced.

She held on tight.
She is somewhere in between

Reality’s collision

With what is and what had been

She was an obtrusion.
She moved in shackles

While all the others soared.

She fertilize the land with her flesh.

While the rest of her they devoured.

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