Version of Me
I bled into paper,
let my screams echo
through the prison,
until on the walls
of entrapment,
I saw the cracks.
In them I learned, that
somehow, somewhere,
someone saw.
Copyright © Kaveesha Ruwindi | Year Posted 2025
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