Rinsing the old bones, alarmed by the stunning sputtering that etched from her limbs.
Adversity gripped her, splintered its claws into her, dragging her into vulnerability, and insanity, feeding her lies that she sips through her lips like soup.
Every day it's a new heavyweight latched into her shoulders, gripping her throat, backed into a corner at knifepoint.
When your brain goes weary where do you go to rest?
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
