From the night sky, the moon gazed at a rose.
The darkness complemented all the sounds.
Under the sycamore, the rose did pose.
The winds shifted the leaves that were now browned.

A child tiptoed through the dark thorn bush.
Scratches and cuts made way across her skin.
She didn’t cry, she didn’t scream, a hush.
Closer she came to the rose as if kin.

The flower shook and quivered from her sight.
She bent under moonlight, no noise heard still.
The trees stood still, waiting for a dark fight.
The girl reached and gently felt the soft rose.

The forest breathed and sighed in relief.
She left without a sound, the night now closed.

I can't believe that the darkest enemies I have in the day could be my own kin.

I sit in closed prison, at a foggy desk, in a row with other foggy desks. The room casts a dull light that fills your vision with patterns you can't understand. The longer you strain your eyes to analyze the vague writing, the more your mind exhausts; the more the fumes consume. And as I sit in the clouded containment, growing sleepy and sad, I wish to be home.

But as I enter the doors of my warmth and living, I receive purrs and taunting. Dark figures scream in my direction. They spin around my mind until I dizzy. They blame me for things I haven't heard of. Giving reason to my own misshapen mishaps. I cower, wondering what I could have done to provoke this screaming. I cover my ears and try to escape by running up the wall to the dark ceiling. But as they catch me, my leg is pulled into a warping sensation of black. They throw me into a chair of thorns, forcing me to sit and stay in their torture room; staring and taunting me. Grinning wickedly, they coax me to talk.

"Talk."

I am terrified. I want to escape I am trapped. I never wanted to feel this way in a place I was born in.

The next day I carry a soft orb of light with me to feel comfort.

And when they smack it out of my grasp.

That's when I lose it.

Laughter cures ick
She stumbles in sick
She chuckles through tears
Laughter cures fears

Smiling cures cuts
He throws up his guts
He grins in pain
Smiling cures strain

Love cures cries
They decay in disguise
They kiss old corpses
Love cures organs

We lick our diseases
For seasons of pleases

Having diseased skin makes it harder to decay
Having these thoughts
How to make it go away
No sign says I'm okay
How am I supposed to make it through each day
Being dead for this long
Made me realize you only have you
Blood dried up
Bones now dust
No longer is my mind at bay
So wake up

Pray.

The flashes of smoke I see
Won't let me be
They jump, dash, and hide
It's not normal inside

I become quite aware
Of the invisible stares
I pretend they don't exist
I pretend it's only mist

My eyes are far wiser than I
They see right through their lullaby
Turn away and pretend
They could be your friend

The smoke drifts away
I feel my stomach sway
If only it stayed longer
Then my vision would be stronger

They say a mother's love
Is stronger than any shove
So why didn't I see it?
When this woman has a mother's permit

She walked away from me
Stumbling like she couldn't see
If it were then, I would've guided her
But now I stare and watch her blur

You don't have a right to call me your daughter
You know what you did was slaughter
Maybe if you learned to be a mother,
I wouldn't treat you like someone other

The wounds cut too deep
My heart; too easily leaps
This ******* is tearing me apart
Time to sell my already sold heart

I grab my iron words
My flightless birds
This steel mask
Is filled with stronger poison than any flask

This natural high
Makes me feel alive
Why do they care
Stop me, they dare

No more crying
No more lying
I will rise again
Merciful heart for a murderers brain