What she doesn't see
Will break her,
Break her body,
Until the blood that once
nourished her
will turn away,
creep out of her skin,
Gushing out like prisoners
reclaiming freedom,
craved like cake and
happiness
and joy, and...
falls to the ground
It will torture her
Until she is pale
And laying under the feet
Of those who smiles
At the presence of her
skeleton
Those who cried in the absence
of her screams
and her cry
cries for their help, love
and their love and their affection
even if superficial
Even if hypocrisy ran
through every word sunged
and every word that danced
through the air
into her ears
The words that rested into
her heart
The words she hunged to
in the midst of the dark
Those ones that brought her
back into the light
If only she knew,
if only she kwew that
those whispered words
Were only the whispers
She was allowed to hear.
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