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  • Writer's pictureDanielle Amerena


Updated: Apr 20, 2020

There is a story in my mind; Untold, and screaming to break free. The brick wall goes up, and the words build up, cluttering my mind with nonsense and strange rhymes. My body aches as I try to chisel away at the strong bricks. Each thump shakes my very being, until I give in to the unbreakable obstacle. It’s trapped beneath the rubble of the few bricks I was able to break through. Each step towards breaking, covers the words even more. Yet the shouting still remains. Its taunting will never cease. Not until it is drowned by the toxic liquid that burns down my throat. It is not the end, only the deadly release of a mind-numbing drug. Silence…even if only for a while. Because happiness can’t be found at the bottom of the bottle, only a sweet, momentary relief.

Copyright © 2020 by Danielle Cooper

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