25years old, passions include music, nature and freestyle writing. This platform will be used in a therapeutic way to get my voice heard and express myself. This is my trigger warning in advance, my work is often dark but I do my best to provide some positivity in a world already so twisted.
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Violent Soul Takers
Translucent walls reflecting an outside image of hope. Glass walls caging a wounded animal from the hunt. Violent soul takers, ensuring dominance over the weaker. Never realizing the true irony of it all. Passerby’s gaze in curiosity but turns a cold shoulder when eye contact becomes a possibility. A scenery so many become accustomed to and yet no hands are offered. No civilians trying to tear at the cage to set a battered animal free. Shattered shards of glass crushed beneath this animal's feet causing a glass slipper illusion. The only form of beauty this beast will ever feel again is in the form of an illusion. Fur coat ripped from its carcass to leave everything on display for others to bask in. Silent tears and screams thrown against glass walls only to be returned with an echoed fist. An animal is what they see, used only for what they desire or what they see fit. Assertive dominance of shedding an animal's coat and putting it on display for the other murderers gawk after. Never realizing they are the one’s living in an illusion because we are not animals, we are human beings, we are women.
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War Cries Silenced With Laughter
A war thrust upon you without warning or from any service of karma. Innocence provided and stripped down like the Children’s Place skirt your mother bought you. A battle not fit for a child, at least not an unarmed one. Screams voided into a pillow as every high pitched note rips out the remains of your childhood. Storm clouded memories stashed behind a sunshine exterior presentation. A 17 year long impersonation of a solid structure. A 17 year long journey of plastering the holes and cracks punctured by villains. Crumbling to your crackling knees, hands raised to a fictitious figure begging for a desperate attempt at solace. Cries heard and contorted into a blade, creating humorous incisions to crumble you further into hallowed earth. The cries of war forever being silenced by cruel laughter. -Natalie Diane
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