Scattered Sixteenth

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Her Handwriting

it covers pages from different diaries

journals that hide her inner self

Her demons hiding in the ink

the blue pen shaking as she scribbles

words, but no thought is complete

Poems people never understood

the words never making sense

the keys never placing with the notes

kind of like wonderland

Blood drops across random pages

not on purpose

it dripped while she hurried

The music blaring as she scribbled

to block the thoughts

her scribbles never making sense

her glasses slipping down her nose

seemed like even the inanimate judged her

judgement never voiced by her peers

but always felt behind her back

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