The Taking
There were signs that This was coming. . .Everyone was quiet when they came close by. ..
But THEIR EYES, their eyes, They did accuse me.
My movement was restricted unnecesserarily.
My wardrobe was monitored closely.
All the words I said were studied carefully.
I was not free.
I did not feel Free.
I knew the end was near, when they brought in a distraction...
an Aunt I had grieved for, one I had not spoken with in some time...
She came to me and acted as though she had always meant to come to me.
She was there to take me away,
For I would go with her,
I had no reason not to trust her,
But I had many reasons NOT to trust the Others.
The Others carefully orchestrated this plan,
and now they had succeeded.
For I longed for contact with this Aunt,
and now she presented herself to me.
The decision was easy,
She was grateful,
I felt betrayed,
I knew I had been had,
But it was the right choice.
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