Her World
She had always wondered, what
it was like, over there. In the meadows
or splashing in the sea. She also knew
she'd never be able to see it, or
experience it. Because she was trapped.
Trapped in her own lies, lost to the senses.
She remembers how it used to be, how
it felt to be loved. But she cannot remember
how she felt that way. She is a slave to her
religion. One filled with lies and torture,
brought upon her by loss.
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