Today I woke to chains around my little ankles and arms.
As much as I wanted to pry myself loose, I didn’t for I was aware of the terrifying clamor I would have caused.
Instead I cradle myself for comfort; I am my own company.
And I listen above to her heavy footsteps shake the wooden floor.
Her sporadic paces match her sporadic mind.
But I think she may have guilt on her shoulders, so I will wait for her to let me loose.
In the meantime don’t mind if I take a little nap as I dream of my mother setting me free.
Hush little baby don’t say a word. Let you forever be unheard…
When will she be free
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It is a actually a ‘he’. A boy and his mother. Your Darkest Secret-yet has the ending to this story…
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Oh okay
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Good going.
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