sits and bleeds
in no need of fancy company
she has had that times before.
If you will listen
she will speak
about heartache
often in tones colored red
no highlights
just her,
She sits in corners
away from windows
that shed unwanted light
for she once was bathed
in bright
silver and gold
that she now avoids
having sold her soul.
alters herself
using words and plays
with demons
who can no longer swallow
her self made being
content within her chamber
of broken dreams.
It is rumored
she will never be the same
for she suffered damage
impossible to understand
love bruised and ran
leaving her in

burn baby burn

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