Her skin was a dark coffee stain,
Her heart was too,
She had sworn she had softened on the inside,
But if you went any closer you would see that her heart bled dark nothings,
That was the night she fed her fears and made them into something like a monster,
The one she battled with, under her bed,
And made a battlefield of her mind,
Seeing clearly was in itself a dream,
Laughable, she thought,
The hollow voices that were once soothing, like an open faucet on a wound now made her scream,
Tear her hair out even, the imagery was something warm,
Wild, yes, but warm,
She now glares at the cuts which were only once voices in her head,
And then fade…
~ Nessa ❤️
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