she walks in rain clouds
she walks in rain clouds
on bright crisp winter days
the night
and it’s terrors still haunting
the infantwomanchild
innocence a foreign term
ravaged by. that which cannot be.
u . t. t. e. r. e. d.
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held captive
in the horrors of darkness that plague her
despite the rays that warm her face her hands are icicles
protruding from appendages
blue and veiny
nearly necro
in both body and soul
as neither dawn nor day
hold solace their strength sapped by the all too real battering
of the loathsome black hours that trap them
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consumed
in the hangover
of fear and remembrance
she looses her way on a path she has trodden many many times
but never left a crumb trail
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solitude frightens her
as does silence the demons that lie in wait there
terrify her
to her core she restlessly seeks out companionship
busies herself with distractions
futile attempts to vanquish
the memories that plague the stillness
___________________________________
she walks in rain clouds
on bright crisp winter days
tenaciously holding on to her umbrella
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 11:09 PM UTC
she walks in rain clouds
she walks in rain clouds
on bright crisp winter days
the night
and it’s terrors still haunting
the infantwomanchild
innocence a foreign term
ravaged by. that which cannot be.
u . t. t. e. r. e. d.
__________________________________
held captive
in the horrors of darkness that plague her
despite the rays that warm her face her hands are icicles
protruding from appendages
blue and veiny
nearly necro
in both body and soul
as neither dawn nor day
hold solace their strength sapped by the all too real battering
of the loathsome black hours that trap them
__________________________________
consumed
in the hangover
of fear and remembrance
she looses her way on a path she has trodden many many times
but never left a crumb trail
____________________________________
solitude frightens her
as does silence the demons that lie in wait there
terrify her
to her core she restlessly seeks out companionship
busies herself with distractions
futile attempts to vanquish
the memories that plague the stillness
___________________________________
she walks in rain clouds
on bright crisp winter days
tenaciously holding on to her umbrella
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