She wears her anguish like a coat
It brings no warmth to her chilled figure
She's never certain that tomorrow will come
And she sees no value in it's anticipation

Her mind plays futile games and battles of will
Her lifeless form incomplete and without features
Her wounds cry and leave her breathless
Her naked soul weeps the moment it's filled

Kind words bring her back just as they always do
Words that attempt to melt her frozen flesh
Not sure she wants to move forward
Not seeing that she has a choice she steps into the abyss




about me
by me
for all

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Everyone knows that laugher is great foreplay!