they thought it was cool
how she could
so willingly
leap headfirst into every
fictional realm she found
and let it consume her ;
they would not
think it so cool
if they knew the truth :
that she did this
because she was paper
because she had to hide
because she could not
face the disgusting
deathly terrifying
world around her.
reality was lethal poison,
fiction was her antidote.
the second she breathed
real life
she was a walking headache
with trembling hands
a brain of static
and thoughts like airplanes
that suspicioned every
movement
into a promise of
coming death.
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• one more cup of coffee •
Poetry{ if peace is what i'm after, i'm going nowhere fast } ~ rusty clanton ; one more cup of coffee 9/21/17 - #75 in poetry
