What am I supposed to feel ?
Pain ?
Anger ?
There are no obstacles in my way –
Empress,
New cloths await me past this boiling heater –
Hair,
Snatched
Here,
I still stand
Feet, puffy – ankles – swollen –
A few feet between captured
And escape
Route.
Route.
_
I am not sure
What is beyond this place

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