AN: what can I say, i really like writing things that make sense in the moment and then sound like a drunk baby babbling after... oooh I dare you to say drunk baby babbling 10 times fast

It Was a Writing Exercise

TRIGGER WARNING: poetically mentions self harm, not graphic though BUT TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF FIRST so please skip this if it feels unsafe for you mental health rn <3

The last few nights she had a recurring nightmare

The last few nights she'd been trapped

The last few nights she'd been free

The last few nights she'd been in a dream

But the dream always soured

The dream always darkened the hour

The comforting landscape that had been hellish a bliss

The few hours of safety in the fact of simple hurt

The smell of lovely roses always soured, rotten, burnt

Innocence done away with

Protection a stolen gift

Inside a turbulent tossing mind

The only seeming escape were those sharp twiggy lines

The run to and fro

Across a barren and bold faces scarred puckered twisted face

And red as far as the eye could see