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This is not where I am,
Not where I belong,
Not where I'm supposed to be.
Everything so sparse and so cold,
So unfamiliar and unknown.
I'm not supposed to be here!
A stake through my heart,
A bullet through my head
They gave me. Dead, but left alive.
I have no idea how to get out -
Everything locked and bolted.
I hate the walls;
I hate the faces;
I hate the noise.
And I can't stop any of them
From coming closer, nearer still,
Suffocating me.
Why didn't the stake work?
Why didn't the bullet work?
And get me out of here?
Why didn't they hear me?
Why didn't they listen to me?
Before they locked me in here?
I have no mouth,
There is no sound.
Frozen.
Now and forever more.
© Cynthia M. Piromalli
©2002 StoriesByEmail.com
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