"We're moving,"

Is all he says.


I don't bother

To remind him

That he hurt me.

I suffer the pain

And get up,

Not wanting him to think

I'm weak.

He doesn't deserve 

A reason to gloat.

Has someone found us?

I think,

As I walk along a corridor with

My eyes covered in an itchy cloth.

A flicker of hope


In my mind,

But I push it away.

All I've ever known is pain

And disappointment.

Why would there be

A reason for hope now?

The End

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