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A Piece of Bread

I am a teenage amateur writer. Just trying to make my way through random things that keep me busy and away from my anxiety

a-piece-of-bread

Pick it up

said her inner voice

she couldn't stand anymore,

her feet had given up due to the continuous untreated bruises

some freshly bleedy while some leaving dark marks

the necktie was tied so tight making it hard for her to breath

bending down and picking it up was all she wanted to do

the bread her master threw at her feet

it wasn't a matter of hygiene

nor the fact that it was stale

she decided to not pick it up

cause it was a matter of respect

Self respect the greatest of all

she bent and picked up a handful of sand

and threw it onto her master's face

who groaned at this action

in a matter of seconds, she was nowhere to be found

running away from the human cage

she felt hurt, thirst and hunger

but respectful,

a smirk plastered on her face

she finally crossed the line

she could feel her necktie untie itself

edibles on her surrounding

and entered the free world

or so she thought

what so ever

humans in the countryside were still better than the human traffickers.



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