The teeth,
puncturing her skin, her heart.
She opened her mouth to scream
the pain was agonizing .
no sound emerged
The teeth pierced her brain, destroyed her thoughts.
But the mask she wore, the bright, shiny mask
it hid those dark thoughts from everyone.
the bites never hurt as badly as the fire they spit.
The fire that left burns
Burns that left scars
No matter how bad they were,
no matter how much they stung the burns always left scars.
Some were large and some were small.
Some were minor some immense.
The burns and their scars were never visible for long though
The light made sure of that.
Always there to heal and help her.
Draped in white, with eyes like a child
and a mind like an elder.
The light made her feel safe,
feel like she belonged somewhere.
The light had secrets too.
it carried the world on its shoulders,
growing dimmer and dimmer.
Until it stopped glowing all together.
A candle blown out in the wind,
a fire finally fought out,
a baby bird crushed by the jaws of a tabby.
Slowly, painfully, until there was nothing left.
Only darkness.
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Poetry
PoetryThis is my poetry book. Don't have a schedule just write when I'm stressed. Hope you enjoy but it isn't very good so just warning you...
