Hopeless.
- Kendra Lyn
- Aug 15, 2023
- 1 min read
Tightening the rope;
slowly pulling into the distinct shape of a noose,
veins puffy and tired of struggling.
No control, except what you have.
Breath slowing, arms wavering
in utter defeat.
Giving up and in and out.
Thinking I'm strong all this time,
but I'm still just putty in a man's gritty hands.
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