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The Two Doors

Set me free

By Yasmine RiveraPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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You tasted like Ecstasy.

The drug I needed to set me free.

The key to the chains.

Once a prisoner

with darkness being my comforter.

Master was evil.

My chains glided across the floor when he hurt me.

He loved me when I was out of breath.

He hated me when his body told him that was enough.

Then it was you

who saved me.

The two doors that led to your soul

saved me.

I felt the chains unravel and fall.

This must have been what freedom felt like.

But it couldn't last any longer.

Master was waiting.

With one click it was gone.

Your thought consumed my mind.

Being pushed back and forth

with master on top

I wanted to stare into those two doors again.

The only chance at freedom.

The red liquid.

Now face-to-face

staring into those two doors.

You tasted like Ecstasy.

The drug I needed to set me free.

The key to the chains.

Once a prisoner, clink.

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About the Creator

Yasmine Rivera

I am 16 years old with a passion for writing poetry and books. My material is incredibly melancholy, so do not forget the tissues.

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