Trapped
She was trapped inside a box.
No holes to see.
No air to breath.
No room to move.
No breath to speak.
She was all alone in that tiny box, just her, and the world.
She sat there for so long that her heart turned to coal.
Her body grew numb, yet she still felt.
Too exhausted to move, too sad to cry, too defeated to fight.
She was trapped.
Copyright © Malia Black | Year Posted 2017
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