A pallid girl,
not sure whether she is
dead
or alive
but she stands
and she is ready,
ready through the forests
of evergreens
and when she finally makes it
to the moon
she inquires:
why did you never help?
I am not a tragic ending or a storm below the stirring Earth, I am not your empty vessel nor am I a glass of dirt. I have never been full...
Belonging is difficult and sometimes a battle on a field littered with bones. Those of us who never got a say in this destiny lay...
Fragments of myself fell off until I had lost them all, I had lost the soul until I was nothing but a performing shell- I had forgotten...
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