Slowly falling apart, thread by thread.
She is fragile, silenced
By the black stitching across her mouth.
She cannot cry for help,
Or blink her button eyes.
Her limbs are heavy, weighted,
And she does not possess the strength to move.
All she can do is wait in this empty house,
Counting down the seconds,
Praying fervently for help,
As she unravels.
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Fading Out (poems about life)
PoetryA collection of poems about heartbreak, trauma, survival and recovery. Trigger warning to sensitive readers 🖤
