It was her ticket to freedom
or so she thought..
lying naked on the floor,
that rapidly changed color
from her innocent blood,
facing the half open door,
that once held secure
her imaginary family roots.
the rapidly changing floor
drew monsters around her
like zombie carnival.
Nearly dead she lay there
lacking all color and beauty,
that once helped her in hiding.
Like flickering candlelight,
life played games in her body
deciding the last threads.
The feelings were in place
and the reasons too for once,
death embroidered the scene.
a scene of theft and murder,
of wishful hatred and plunder,
of price one pays for others.
It was her ticket to freedom
or so she thought ..
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I swear I do not know the complete story. I need to re write this with full background and filling in the picture a bit more. but I do hope you try to make a story here till then ..
Written for OSI . Sunday Scribblings , Sunday Whirl
