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Saturday, June 18, 2011

Picture Prompt: Rear View Mirror


He said he'd never let me leave, holding my throat in the grip of his rage.

He said I'd never make it out the door.

He said I was stupid, worthless and could never make it on my own.

He said I needed him to live, to survive.

He said many things that night.

But he lied.

My throat has healed and all I see now is my shackled past in the rear view mirror.

1 comment:

Fida I said...

Thanks for the prompt Sis Saba! I'm finally getting my poetry instincts back :-)


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