Save A Life

Like the breeze, when you touch me.
It burns.
It hurts.
You are nowhere but everywhere
In this hell hole.
Was I really born to die?

You creep behind me,
A tall shadow against my skeleton.
Let it be.

I whimper, I call to my mum,
Only two weeks ago I left her side,
I run,
I hide.

Eight weeks ago I was born.
Colours, black and white,
To the naked eye,
Between her and I.
Love and beauty.

Now I call,
To the crumbeling wall,
Of my alcoholic owner,
As he bruises my back,
I try to attack,
The metal in my face.
It's over.

Boneata Bell


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