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
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.
