Into the night.
She quiets her reality,
and creates peace.
She flourishes in the land of make believe.
She is free.
She is not chained by expectations,
and norms are her creations.
She is accepted by the people of her world.
She creates conflicts,
she creates lies.
Her world is,
intertwined with fact and fantasy.
That which is surreal.
That night which is surreal.
Into the night.
There is always some shade,
the truth never comes to light.
Darkness is always lurking.
She finds herself slipping into an empty happiness.
She finds herself slipping into the night.
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Behind Perfection
PoetryI'll Give Them Perfection xxx " Beauty is only skin deep. " I feel her pain when she bleeds, under the knife on repeat. Thinking of him when she sleeps. There's only so much we break. On her last breath, she says, " Beauty is pain. " xxx Behind Perf...
