Set Her Free - Allie Keats

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Hot blood fills his lungs as the last song is sung. The singer’s on stage with a cord round his neck and the final curtain has come. The audience is wowed. There’s no denying this is one jazzed up crowd. They leap to their feet as he continues to bleed. Their applause drowns out all of his sound. I don’t know who you are, though we’ve all come so far. I’m not sure who I am but I’m not who I’ve been.

The cold mirror hangs. Her knuckles in pain, she’s desperate to see what her soul wants to be but the reflection refuses to change. The flecked glass is hard: cracks, refractions and shards. She tight-grits her teeth and remembers to breathe and steps back out into the bar. I don’t know who you are, though we’ve all come so far. I’m not sure who I am but I’m not who I’ve been.

Are you real, dear? Oh Allie, come here. She’s nothing but air and some dreams of long hair. She is hardly more than an idea. I see her asleep. She visits me night after night in my dreams, eyes just like mine, searching me for some sign of the day that I might set her free. I’m not sure who you are but we’ve made it this far. I don’t know who I am but I’m not who I’ve been.

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