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Challenge of the Week #58: You are a victim of injustice, write a story about it. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $150. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Elisabeth

KILLERS & VICTIMS

Drowning as you push me under

I cannot find the strength to fight

The weight of the water

And the weak light that shines

Above the surface makes me wonder

Is it not more easy to let go?

There is a song in the waves

That soothes the pain

A calm that comes with dying

An embrace that is more loving

Than the love you gave me

Because your heart was a hammer

Meant to break me with

And breaking I find I cannot breathe

I cannot see, I cannot hear

I cannot bear this pain

The fight to stay here

Is it not good enough

To go down where the ocean's song is played

By musicians who are not seen?

Do I have to conquer

Your madness, my apathy?

We meet in the realm of your insanity

Where you kill me and I let myself be killed

A passive star blinking out 

Of existence without much of a scene

Dying obediently, nearly lovingly

As if to grant your wish is

One final act of affection

But as the light twists

I wonder where you'll go

When I'm not there

Who will hold you back

Who will sing your heart's maniac

To sleep. Who will hold your hand

When you want to kill the crowds

Who will serve you patience

When you wield the destroying hand

Over all that you can reach

But the light strikes what I see

And then I find

Reflection of me

Echo of my mind

Remnant of who I was

Before

And though only caused by refraction

Though darkly and trembling

And running out of air

I reach out and fight

For the surface

I twist and beat

Leaden arms and heavy feet

And the water spins around

But I fight - I might live

Or die in these moments

In this turning light

Under these twisted waters

Under your destructing hands

But if I live

The echo is still in my hearing

The vision is still in my eyes

And while you have crossed the line

So many times you can never be

Anything else than killer

I can be more than I was

Before. I can be more and move beyond

The time I was your victim

And while you may - or may not - 

Kill me in this minute

The echo is safe

The unbroken mind of me

Stays forever free

And stays forever unbroken

And stays forever out of your reach

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