Like, I Give A Damn

Prompt: Hollowkind for the Turtles of Alchemy

Pushed.

Almost shoved,

into the world

outside.

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Cold.

Freezing.

Yet warmed

by the eyes

of a stranger.

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Hungry.

Starving.

For the touch

of another.

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Eyes.

Open wide

to see the

burning of my

past.

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Shook and

rattled by an

unfriendly hand.

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Stumbling,

transgressing,

into the

fragments of

something whole.

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Whispering,

good-bye’s

as if not to

disturb

familiar faces

too soon to be

forgotten.