Dead Woman Walking
Scar tissue smothers a defeated heart
Thoughts like knives lacerate the brain.
A life weighted down by impending panic,
Nightmares no mortal mind should hold.
Black-eyes shut weary to expected deception
Skeletal hands grope at hollow love.
This bleeding face charts all of my fears.
Future years. Eternal tears. No one hears.
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