Jan.18.10
7:30pm
She desperately looked out to the darkness,
longing to escape;
debating whether or not to risk it all for uncertainty;
to step into the cold;
whispering to it silently,
begging it to fill the void inside.
But the chains reeled her in.
Dragging her across the pavement,
peeling the very thought off her bare skin.
The chains forcing her back behind iron bars to be caged like an animal
… forcing her back home.
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥ஜღ Silent Lullaby of a Lonely Butterfly ღஜ♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
Start Here:
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At the crest of a sobriety worth cataloging quietly, I silently contemplate
- oh so violently:
Fantastic time of year to sharpen your tools. The bi...
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