One bandage after another, she wrapped herself up to hide the damage. She smiled to cover the pain. Laughed a little harder to seem alright. She shrugged off questionsof well being and lied about her bruises. She made up stories about her wounds, her sleepless nights. Nightmares stole her sleep, her demons were burying themselves deeper, her pale complexion reflecting the emptiness she felt inside.
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PoesiaJust a few short quotes by me. A little piece for others to see... Highest ranking in Poetry #148 (02-07-17)
