She huddled in a
small ball hurting to
block out the demon
thoughts
Flying all around
nipping at the hands
attention seeking
A sick way out
floods flashed her mind
to escape pain
sleep
She cried until her
tears made puddles and
then eventually
floods
She lets go of
life and her breath
becomes one with
seas
8/25/13
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Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
