Monday, 28 June 2021

'Chains' by Amy Wilson

I’ve exorcised the ghosts of myself from the town. There’s only the house left now and It’s as if the place itself doesn’t want me to leave. Even the grass, long and wild, seems to catch at my ankles, as if it would hold me here if it could. I take one more look and then I kick away the grasping weeds, as I finally break free of the chains of my past.

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