you never see it in her eyes
the discomforting shadow
who rests beneath the disguise
prop her up with bamboo
like a limp old flower
so she seems shiny and new
babbling to those who don’t care
and to those who do,
she will not share
reliving in flashes
disturbed by each sting
her heart has turned to ashes
unable to forget anything
as she clutches the wooden bench
she doesn’t feel the splinter
but it doesn’t quite compare
to the pain she felt that winter
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 1:48 PM UTC
you never see it in her eyes
the discomforting shadow
who rests beneath the disguise
prop her up with bamboo
like a limp old flower
so she seems shiny and new
babbling to those who don’t care
and to those who do,
she will not share
reliving in flashes
disturbed by each sting
her heart has turned to ashes
unable to forget anything
as she clutches the wooden bench
she doesn’t feel the splinter
but it doesn’t quite compare
to the pain she felt that winter