midnight.summerrose (United Kingdom) published:
PROMPT: Historical Fiction Competition 2020
Hope is a fragile thing. Once lost, it is hard to regain.
Day 1503, 1834, America
I am a human. I am not just an animal, doing your work, breaking my back for you. I am not like a wind-up toy, tearing my mechanisms apart for you.
I am like a wild animal, ensnared by your endless net.
Free me from your wide net, encircling me with toxicity. You are my poison and I will die.
2 days ago