Would you?

She steps over cracks on the street,
she sells her self for nothing or cheap,
she takes out her anger on her self,
she can’t stop this feeling of being in hell.

She locks the doors three times each night,
she fears the darkness and the light,
she refuses to let herself heal,
she can’t breathe in without fear.

She blows out the candle, just before bed.
she hears all these voices, inside her head.
she breaks the glass into sharp pieces,
she can’t stop, she needs this.


2 thoughts on “Would you?

  1. pieces, broken
    become smaller
    broken pieces

    one day you reach into your pocket
    and find sand
    and think of the desert
    and dunes
    and wind
    and me.

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