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Elizabeth Ingrey Mar 2014
I used to gain a sense of security from the night sky,
now all I see is black.
Trapped in someone else's idea of social rankings,
Am I not allowed to break free?
But blood will surge and then wash away the dirt.
How uncomfortable you must feel
with this lack of restraining stability.
Elizabeth Ingrey Mar 2014
I managed to let go of my demons,
simply by accepting their existence.
But I can still taste the olive leaves,
poisoning me with their reddening persistence.

— The End —