The rocks under her silk sheets
make her toss and turn at night
but nobody would know
because her beauty blinds them
and nobody would know
that the reasons she laughs
is because the spikes, dwelling in the back of her throat
poke and prod her
forcing her to smile
in hopes they will escape
and nobody would know
that her tears are her
lullaby
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2 comments:
Don't be so certain
i miss your writing
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