BEFORE THE STORM

PYRRHIC | 2

she longed to
escape the prison
inside her head;
to flee the demons
whispering sweet
nothings in her
ear, wishing
her dead.

she was drenched
in sin; her mind
a prisoner of evil.
surrounded by
pills and heroin,
always selecting
her forsaken room
over people.

she prevailed
negligent within
her hollow room;
imbued with a sense
of hiraeth as she
was awaiting her
impending
doom.

while the sky
was repainted
in shades of grey,
the sun casually
stepped down as
the moon came
out to play.

twilight drew
her in like a
beacon until she
obeyed; obscuring
her among the
shadows before
forever taking
her away.