I Am Her
She smiles but she's close to tears even after all these years,
she smiles till the lights fade,as day cascades into night the world
bright and inviting yet grim and sharp,
finding sinkholes and shadows for her to hide,
smashing dreams like bowls falling from a china cabinet,
only true fear of letting go of the harsh things she tries so hard to
The pain she endures from herself in the quiet waiting night as she
prostitutes herself in the bathroom,
she submits her body to the ready toilet
after the flush dismisses her,
she mutely retreats to her bedroom as
she remembers creating bloody art on her forearm.
now she purges the thoughts and words onto the hungry paper
who happily obliges the task of being written on then,
She closes her notebook
and slowly unwinds her mind allowing herself to breath...
And silently apologizes to herself and body.
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