The monsters are coming.
And she’s tired of running.
There’s nowhere to hide.
Their killing her from inside.
They laugh at her pain to them it’s only a game.
But pieces of her are missing and no one’s listening.
Her cries for help are muffled and her thoughts are always troubled.
Held hostage by the slivers of herself left behind.
She leaves clues for her hero to find.
But it’s a little too late and she’s already realized her mistake.
The monsters rip her open in hopes of a soul to take.
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PoetryHey guys it's Tiphanie. And these are my poems I wrote I hope you enjoy. Leave comments and votes i promise to read all of them. Much love from Tiph. NO STEALING.
