Invisible hands grasp me
Claw and pull and push and squeeze
Fingers dig ‘til flesh turns pink
And white and I can not move –
Can no longer free myself
Shouting then, whimpering now
I beg you to come, save me

This poem was written in a creative writing exercise where we had to write seven lines of seven syllables. Enjoy, Luc

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