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Poetry Spring 2021 Edition Writing

A Victim’s Lost Cry

As dead as the sky
The wind blows wildly
And won’t let me go
I swirl and dive
Scratching the soil
I spiral and twist
I flutter and fly
As my heart grows steady
The wind then drops me
I fall to the ground
My life flashing before my eyes
Sputtering to my death
I close my eyes and hug my chest
I keep my legs firm and straight
As I plummet down to the ground
All hope is lost
Fear replaces my pride
I begin to wither away
Free as a bird
Chained like a dog
I repeat life’s horrid circle
My heart is cracked
Wide enough for the world to see
All my pain and all my misery
Who would have thought
That your words could sting
Striking me down
To the ground
Onto my deathbed
Is where I’m heading now
You were my friend
Or so I thought

But you played me like I was some puppet
You pulled the strings
You tied to my back
Manipulating
My every step
My every move
Your motivation
Caused me my stress

I look for help but you just yank me down

I try to hide
But with no success
I plan to die

-Alexandra Molloy, ’21

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