Dear Esther,
Have you ever seen,
The shadows that creep in though the door;
The ones that are cast on the floor and the walls?
Their not just in my head,
I've seen them with my own eyes,
Slithering around,
Making no sound
They surround me,
Every single night,
When the comforting light has eventually died
I lie awake in bed,
With unfathomable fear,
Waiting for my end to draw near
Shadows will soon consume me,
Enveloping my head,
As the darkness slaughters all light,
Without a single fight...
Quinn
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shards of the heart
Poetry❝the scars that screamed of revolutions inside her head and the shards that made up her heart were things that no one saw.❞ suffering from a terrifying eating disorder and from a shattered home, quinn's greatest tormentor is imperfection. her world...
