She Copes in Silence
(burnt marshmallows sticky stained)
Decorated in the silence, faceless.
Reaching out & coming back empty,
Dying alone to feel alive
But like a wave reaching the shore
With nowhere remaining to go,
It will succumb to an end destined
And like a prisoner sentenced to death row,
Being served makeshift school lunch like meals
Just to sustain a pulse and
A breath long enough to enrichen
Their need to intervene and end it.
Is like the bullshit,
That crud that forms along...
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