Her crumpled soul hides deep within, seeking protection.
Knowing it's haven is just as destructive as the minefield surrounding it.
Unable to leave, it barely survives, living unsatisfied, occasionally threatened to be homeless.
Every day, becoming stained black with ash and remise, that ever so often finds it's way in from the war being played on the very thin border that separates the war and the haven.
Ever so often the barriers break down and the haven becomes infiltrated,
Poisoning her soul until there is enough will and strength to build the barriers back up again, though, each time with less precision.
Her soul fears for it's future, yet yearns for it come quick, knowing, that if it came to that,a quick abolishment will be better than an ongoing war
