She sleeps in the comfort of her habitat
Surrounded by people whom she loves
Away from plastic bat
She's taught always to be clandestine
Don't call them "mine"
Unless you know they've shown their hidden fangs
And you've pricked your hands
She waits for her fangs to grow
So she can use them and throw
Like they do to her
Clandestine feelings
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Burning Candles| ongoing
PoetryShe lit up her room with the same candles that scald her skin red. 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 Just the story of a girl named She trying to find her way out of th...
