Walking down the streets at night,
I run away from my demons in sight.
With chattering teeth and numbness in my thighs,
Bellowing screams, I'm teared piece by piece inside.
In the dark shadows, I see my own illusion,
I blame it on my Clothes, my Skin and my Reflection.
From a blooming flower, I'm withdrawn into dust,
With tears down my face, I'm left only with words.
Unfolded and unlocked, burned by the light;
Outside they tell me that the fault was mine.
Acceptance, love and respect, are not worth the fight,
For a women discarded and beaten aside.
I walk again through these streets at night,
Running away from my demons untied.
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PoetryA five-course written meal of poems, short stories, conflicting thoughts, unseen letters and AU imagines. Filled with fluttering heart moments, forgotten memories of nostalgia, an abyss of sadness, immersive happiness and treasured words. ~~ Sugges...
