Staring up at the night sky,
tears rolling down her pale cheeks.
His touches has stained her skin,
her body.
Her body, once a temple of trust and safety, now destroyed and crumbling down before her.
Self trust has long since been gone and as she stares up at Cassiopeia she can't help but feel guilt for freezing in the moment.
Only now can she scream the words that once burned into her tongue, begging to be let out into the world, begging to stop the monstrosities that was happening before her eyes.
Only now can she begin to see the true faces behind masks, realizing they'll all believe him and hurl their daggers into her back with every sharp word they'll spew into the world.
Only now can she stare up at the stars with a broken heart, sewing the pieces together with strings of hope and a needle of support.
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Pomegranate Seeds at Modnight
PoetryShort chapters filled with emotions, breakdowns and heartbreaks. Some parts are memories/moments that go on in my life.
