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Freedom Exchange

'It's only a barrier...'

By Zackery TalvyPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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The house was empty, nothing to show but the dust blow through wasted breath. A flame burned brightly as though to show safety in the cold cryptic house, the sky was lit only with the souls of baffled lights learning how to flicker, a true worth adversary for the tormented. "Sh... She is asleep" cries of an elderly mother shock the floorboards to creak. He joins her once more as the enlightened god rises to take what has yet to be claimed by its unworthy sister. "Bring my baby back to me at once sir!" The cowardice mother gravels and reels at the knees of the surgeon. The red line of an emerging legend leaps bounds and grabs the small child's life from within her. The door closes on the operation room to the sight of a white cloth being dragged over a burnt out home. Day breaks and the black robes break through the crowd to say goodnight, as its sister takes hold of a new form. "Freedom is mine..."

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Zackery Talvy

I'm 16, I have a lot on my mind, and the world can give me a pen and paper.

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