If I leave this place a wretch

I will have found two facts;

We should all fear death,

and every hell of mine  is

chalk full of angels.

Doesn’t make a difference

when you’re lonely, but

if you come across this

wretch in the flesh;

it will provide.

That laugh,
shakes like the demolition it's encasing.
Constantly used to hold back screams.
Used to reassure people shes fine.
A smile plastered on her face accompanied by
the laughter she practiced and mastered.
An artist of emotional controversy.
She is a mastermind of biting her tongue-
coming to terms that her silence is golden.
When you hear her, hold on tight to her words.
She will drill right into and past your heart
directly into your bones.
Her finely composed hostility will stay with you
forever.
That smile that could crack diamonds
never falters.