Am Dam

As I struggled against the tightening shell, the cries were unavoidable. The armor had outlived its purpose, it was time for it to go, but it managed to cling on tighter out of habit.

“LET ME GO!” I screamed from beneath the breastplate.

It did not release me.

The holes I had carved let in enough light to see the world around, full of color and completeness. I chipped away at the metal skin to get a better view, maybe free a hand to touch….

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