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Words can hurt as much as actions, and sometimes words can kill the person inside. A poignant portrayal of emotional abuse.
You hold my arms with your hands.
Hands not of blood and flesh but with your words
You hold my arms so tightly that I feel the gripping pain.
The more I resist, the more intensely you hold.
Your hands on my head, trying to manipulate my thoughts
I feel something creeping inside me –
I lose my vision
And then there is a sudden pain.
I wriggle and struggle.
The more I struggle, the more it gets entangled
Your hands on my neck, hands of shooting words
Words stop flowing as much as my breath.
Now everything is blank.
Its a basic fight of survival now.
Like that of a lion and deer.
I hope things become beautiful again after that last breath
Not sure though.
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