FLINTA* – The Theft

The Theft

My body is a home that has been robbed
you can no longer see the hands that took what wasn’t theirs
But you can feel them

what did the robber take?
things that weren’t theirs to take
leaving me behind with an empty silhouette.

To anyone who didn’t know about theft
the home seemed the same
But it never was
and never will be again.

Published by helenwae

I’m a 21 year old writer based in Berlin :)

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