Her spirit is on vacation.
Darkness has taken residency where love was evicted.
Looking for beauty in strife with a blind eye.
Trying to find the balance on her beam of life has caused her to slip and fall.
Her face is soaked.
Heart concrete heavy.
Eyes swollen like Tulip Bulbs
But the flowers have died.
She’s wondering if hearts ache less when broken, than when they are ripped out.
Bury Mine.
It’s soiled anyway.
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