Fear of dreaming, loosing more of myself..
Long days and cold creep inside.
not alive, not dead.
Purgatory…
She waits, with laughter hidden and love
buried, inside, along side. She
screams silent, tears fall endless
She looks for herself but finds only a
hollow shell Burned and scared by the
days gone She dreams of nights
filled with warmth. still she cries, see me,
hear me... I am not
invisible.
Lost in a closet dark and comforting like a
womb. Calling out to no one,
reaching out to nothing.
Why does she drown when there is no water?
Clutching herself with a simulated hug. Trying to breathe
Long ago they stole her voice and brought
her tears instead. Long ago they
ripped her soul away with icy crooked
fingers.
She cries alone in her closet, closed eyes
and her past.
Ghosts of emptiness fill her waking moments. She sits
and waits till the end
of her story.
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