Hiding in silence.
No words be spoken and tales never told.
Secrets hidden in the curled up pages of a tan tainted book.
The lost hide within.
Ran under my skin.
True eruption of passion as written words break.
Life's sustenance stuck between the sticky centre pages where they dwell.
Escapism urged on with the pen.
It's written.
The demons left.
Wave them goodbye with a white handkerchief.
Your self is finally resting like a dove at peace.
(C) Livvi