She caries it around with her every where she goes.
It bungees from her mind to her heart, lungs and even her stomach.
It curdles her thoughts until it is the only truth she can fathom.
It ****** her dry
like the sun does a desert mud hole,
and her soul cracked from the drought.
Try as she might she couldn't leave it behind
because the darkness was always there when she closed her eyes.
It bore a stinging sensation of what had become familiar,
like the scent of a childhood home.
She dwells there
scared to venture elsewhere.
The risk of leaving behind
the only thing that had always been with her loyally her entire life
was greater than the chance of running far enough to escape it.
And its hidden in darkness that she learned the greatest skill she would ever possess. Forgery.
Deceit.
Each success,
each smile and friendship was formed to help conceal the evil she hid away.
Don't let them see.
Don't let them see.