She said she was an artist,
Painting black holes into walls
So that at night
She could climb inside and
Dance in another universe.
She said it was the only thing that
Distracted her from the
Shards of glass and rubble
In the hallways of her
Childhood home.
It made her forget she was just
Collateral damage.
She never seemed to care
That she'd always come home
Decorated with new
Scars
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We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
