She looked up at the cracking thunderbolts above her,
Lighting up her eyes and as a rage began to consume her whole.
Her memories flashing like bolts of light across her eyes,
Building her emotions up, filling up the bottle to the brim.
Burning her insides and scorching her hands.
Her whole body shook as she breathed in heavily.
But, as the light in her eyes began to die out,
The flame flickered down with immense defeat.
She clenched her fists and lunged her body forward,
Her numb carcass hitting the floor as folded herself into the foetal position.
She laid there for hours upon hours,
Letting her mind drag her to the places of which she feared the most.
Nausea played at her stomach
As her anxiety melded her into an unconscious slump.
The more she stayed there, the more she brought down everyone around her.
Shards of which used to be pieces of her, snapped off in disgust and horror.
She cracks up with maniacal laughter at the disbelief
Facing wide-eyed at the ones who used to point at her.
Facing the ones who misunderstood her.
Facing the ones who spoke hate behind closed doors.
All the solitude she caused herself
Hidden behind her porcelain mask.
It made her spine crack
And her oxygen thin.
As she tries to escape from her mental state.
Her sanity clawing at the fleshy walls of her body.
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