Why Voids Cry…
She was wild
like poison,
desperate to be free.
Barefoot and running,
so they couldn’t see.
A deeper place
drawing in the back
of her mind.
Where her words
moved in circles,
to outsmart time.
A beast laid bruised
within her heart.
While revelations
of escape
danced in the stars.
But the days grew grey
and bitter as she stared.
Drawing up misery
in the space behind
her hair...
-HMG
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