She was stuck in a room where angels were screaming,
Where the walls melted,
And where her mind became demented.
Light no longer existed,
And the roof was ripped like a spine,
Exposing the her that paced around, shy,
Wondering why it is that she felt like her skin was peeling backwards.
I kept telling her it was quite normal,
The extreme anxiety she felt,
But she shouted, "You don't get it!
It feels like a centipede dancing between my toes!
Making me squirm and squeal and my heart skip beats!"
It's terrible, seeing how she clawed her cheeks,
Determined to rub off the pain that swelled in her face,
Mascara running down like it was determined to escape.
And there I stood,
Unable to understand,
The demon that carried her,
With its crooked- wicked hands.
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Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
