self-destruction

she was a girl

that picked at her own flesh

and cried wolf

setting the demons of her mind

on those around her

not knowing that

they were chained to her wrist

like dogs.

the barking drover her mad

the ropes tore her skin

and the stench of her own frustration

beckoned the ravens.

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Published on November 05, 2018 22:32
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