burnt umber
Her soul pushed into the depths of her fragile frame
Heart unfeeling, numb and bleeding
There was nowhere to go; nowhere to hide
except deep within her, deep inside
Who knew the scars she suffered
In the flickers of pale light
That the moon had shone for comfort
To her wearied, sorry plight
Acting rational and smiling, just
Perhaps a bit too much
If you had known she was holding in
Her lunacy, her heart.
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