she held her life in her hands
as if it were a hot potato
bruised
skin scorched
blackened
burning to touch
snatched
up down up down
bouncing
first-hop
in the grip of hysteria
saddened
maddened
by despair
rage
caged
bird sings
no one hears
no one cares
no one fears
for her life
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