used
The pretty white lies,
That hurt to the point of death
Breathing out blood,, Making messes with no return
Things we hide are our demons
They eat us all, until there's nothing left
That holds us so close to earth
,, with said thoughts she jolted awake
her eyes opened wide,
heavy breathing,
panicked breaths,
Tight fists,
Blood pooling under her,
Biting her own lip,
Breaking the skin
Damn it
damn it..
Damn it..
DAMN IT
damned lies
Is all that swirls around her head
Her eyes traveled around as
she started to resurface in reality.
nothing more but random parts
sticky ink
Bruises painted her pallor skin
Darkened hand prints,
Bright bite marks
His, she thinks
All she is; is his.
His broken bunny,
Broken but dead:)
- lave :) 2021
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