They used to talk everyday, but the conversation ran dry and that's what bothered her most. There was no explanation after what had happened. She hid herself under a black umbrella indoors and out to feel safe from the rain that descend from the dark cloud. Knives and makeup brushes save her from the beasts inside her head. Dream catchers aren't enough to pull her from her nightmares. Countless hours of sleep lost from the spiders in her window and in her bed. Words are the only thing that keep her from the bugs inside her head. She's praying to a god she does not know is there. Sticks and stones may break her bones but so might the pavement beneath her.
Credit to jax_quellin for writing this with me
