Imprisoned by the shade,
Strangled by the shadows,
She can't feel the sunlight anymore.
Her sinking face is as pale and frail as the paper she defaces
with forbidden words that were never intended to be read.
The skin peels itself from her fragile wrists,
a canvas of scars painted red.
It Lingers like an aura, beneath the creases of her eyes,
in the corners of each smile and from the tears that she cries.
She can't taste sugar anymore.
