The Inhabitant


It lives in her heart;

An unwelcome guest.

She’ll never know peace.

It won’t let her.

To push It out,

She has tried everything.

And so, now,

Rivers of deep, longing red.

They flow down her arm.

Skin so pale.

Leaking out through her veins,

It’s power over her wanes.

It fights for control.

But the weakness is crippling.

And she closes her eyes,

Just for a rest.

Moments pass and she is gone.

And finally:



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