Written by Emily Harstone | October 27, 2017
“Is it safe to come out?”
Her darkness, stole this beating heart.
“These thorns are real, you asshole.”
So much angst–imprisoned by loneliness!!
Allison realized she had made mistakes.
Stalk still seeing half the horror.
“I have this virus,” he said.
Shhhh! I hear him coming back.
She triumphed rising above the weeds
Never going to that hairdresser again!
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“Is it safe to come out?”
Her darkness, stole this beating heart.
“These thorns are real, you asshole.”
So much angst–imprisoned by loneliness!!
Allison realized she had made mistakes.
Stalk still seeing half the horror.
“I have this virus,” he said.
Shhhh! I hear him coming back.
She triumphed rising above the weeds
Never going to that hairdresser again!