The morning petrichor emanated.
Sparkling and shimmering were the raindrops seen laying peacefully on every petal, on every grass after the morning shower.
It all placated my inner demons,
while the rain cleansed me of my acidic wounds.
They'd leave me stranded, beaten up in the grassy field at dawn, to allow my soft skin to burn at the touch of the sun light.
Dusk would arrive and I'd be petrified, scared to leave my home.
I'd hear their feet stomping at my door step, hear them gearing up their chainsaws.
"Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, bzzzzzz...."
They'd sneer at me from my window sill, sinisterly laughing down at me as I cry myself to sleep.
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