Stitches |
                                      |in a ripped
   seam of |
                               |a mask.
     Needle|
                                     |and thread
    holding|
                                 |together
          false|
                                |feeli­ngs
            of a|
                               |broken
demeanor|
                   |.

We're all little lights in the darkness
Will you be my light?
Because my lights gone out
I feel lighter when I'm with you
Please don't let your light go out

she inhaled his toxic words,
and let them travel down to
her lungs,
which caused them to ,
poison her heart,
but within
that poisoned heart,
birthed beautiful art,
which lead to a new start
.