Dear Esther,
I woke up in the hospital.
My surroundings had turned completely white,
And my room was out of sight,
While I was showered with the flickers of pale light,
As if darkness had been killed,
In a single night
For a moment,
I though I was in heaven...
But I saw my familiar scars,
Along with bandages,
Strangling my damaged arms
My head in a whirl;
Throbbing and churning
You weren't there...
They told me that I had lost too much blood,
And was whisked to the chamber,
In a hectic rush
I don't understand...
Why must I survive?
I want to be with you,
g o n e and d e a d,
Away from this cruel world...
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...
