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Swastika Choudhury

Drama Tragedy Others

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Swastika Choudhury

Drama Tragedy Others

You Keep Trampling Down My Black Thoughts With Your Fair Foot

You Keep Trampling Down My Black Thoughts With Your Fair Foot

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 I am stuck in the cage of my thoughts

My fingertips grasping at death

My head is hot

I am writhing

I can't move

I am screaming

Screaming at the top of my lungs

My throat is dry

I cannot speak

I wanna cry but the tears won't flow

I am stuck in the prison of my thoughts

I am the hostage to my dreams

I am choking.


I can't breathe 

Someone help

Everyone watches

A scream echoes in my ear

But he still tramples down my thoughts like rainbow jellybean.

I wish I was not born

I wish I died in my momma's womb.

Because now I can't breathe

I am lying on the pavement

His fair knee on my dark neck.


I can't breathe

My dark hands rebind against my black stomach.

I am in a cage my hands clenched against the bars of death,

I am dying.

I cant breathe.


Can't

Breathe.


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