hollow pins lay scattered across the floor she sees no need in picking them up. by the corner she weeps and longs, longs and weeps for the salvation she's recently been waiting for.
and then it came, that euphoria as endorphins flood her brain.
but then it went, that euphoria deadly, deadening her veins.
her pieces of her fragile heart shattered even further, shattered into dust that nobody could or wanted to sweep up,
damaged goods she was, they would all mutter amongst themselves while stealing glances at her as she traversed the unknown. oh how they didn't see the superflous mountains residing across her thighs and wrists, how they didn't know the death of her family leading to the death of herself.
she has been silent, and she has decided to remain silent for as long as she can,
or as long as it takes for her to finally break apart.
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poetry (here)
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