She.

She lives in a hole inside your heart and doesn't pay a single cent. A bottomless pit of sorrow, her walls are bursting with portraits of different faces, all of them empty eyed and scarred. The cupboards in her kitchen filled with desires and dreams, all trapped in jars. On the refrigerator door, she keeps a … Continue reading She.

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Unraveling

I wake up everyday to the same thing. My skin, shredding. My bones, breaking. My mind unraveling. Demanding to be unmade. My conscience ready to fade. My soul begging to be remade. A new beginning, calling my name. A new start, away from the pain. Nails dragging down my mind. The screeching fills my head … Continue reading Unraveling