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Free

She sat still

heart pounding

hands gripping

the sheets as

screams

bellowed bellow.

She knew it was her fault.

Burying her face

she inhaled violets

and dreamt.

 

She saw gowns

long as they were wide

with jewels sewn in

to glisten with every twirl.

Her hands shook

as they glossed across

sparkling silver skirt

that ran from her waist.

 

A hand brushed

the bare skin

of her arm.

A smile.

Dance with me.

He led her

masked

through throngs of people

smiling and laughing

greeting them

as they glided

across marble.

 

 

She lost herself

among the dazzle

finally free

from the watchful stare.

Here she was

not less than

nor more than

but equal.

 

The clock ticked

and

Like a rose wilting in the sun

her time was nearly done.

The hands would tick

and the dress would fade.

 

The dream was broken.

She sat still

heart pounding

hands gripping

the sheets as

screams

bellowed bellow.

She knew it was her fault.

 

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I'm currently working my way through a Creative and Professional Writing degree in London.

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