Her secrets aren't like any others.
Fuck,
I wish they were.
They aren't whispered about, or talked in hushed tones between trusty confidants.
They aren't hidden in her eyes or her smile.
They aren't lurking in her skin behind angry red lines and crooked patches of healing wounds.
No
No, her secrets can only been seen, they can only be felt.
The most atrocious acts are unspeakable, so you must see them in all its deep black and bright red colors.
You must feel the revulsion, the gag that will form in your throat. The burning sensation in your eyes and the millions of needles that will puncture your skin.
And hope one day your mind will block the memory of them.
Of all of those vile acts and words that were done and said.
But you can only hope
Hope, you never knew.
Hope, you were out of her mind.
Hope, you you could save her.
Hope, she dies.
Because that's all she deserves.
Death, is the only solution for repulsive and hideous creatures.
Death, is the only mercy there is for her.
