fuming she stomps through the house to the door
the door that lead to safety

the safety in the graves of her thoughts

rolling down that same path she always goes down for escape

the freedom leads her to the thoughts
the ones that burn her skin

she can't do it anymore the pain was overwhelming

she couldn't see through the steam kicking off her skin

so she scratches, she punches, she does it just like her mother

her skin cools her mind escapes her thoughts are empty

only to fill again once she wakes