The wonderwall is coming down,
The vault is breaking,
The words are slipping out unpleasantly,
Releasing the inner demon.
This cannot become reality,
The lingering emotions overwhelm the already sensitive being.
The fragility is not an attribute that she likes to recognize in herself,
For she fears that if this were to be noticed by an outside force,
her mind would not be able to catch her fall.
She would crumble into a hundred million pieces.
Why, you ask, would this occur?
For her insensible fright of another human being that could uncover the real spirit inside her,
Would drown her in her sleep.
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Atelophobia
PoetryA dark essence surrounds the soul. Here, she comes to release her subconscious thoughts into written words.