she talked
as if
every
pace
of hers was
being watched.
he assured her
that there
was no one,
so she talked.
she trusted him.
when she
was
done,
he took out
a knife that
he'd
been holding
the whole time,
she was never wrong
about her suspisicions.
after all,
except that
the blade
was already
shoved
d-o-w-n
her soul
that told him lies
after all.
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anhedonia ✓
Poetry❝ there was something truly wrong with her heart being so constantly exposed to disapointment. she needed to relearn how to feel again-how to breathe without restraint, how to love without having to think about the falling. because god, the fall did...
