A crime scene shrouded in yellow tape
Scars seal off my vision
Like the doorway into your heart
A chamber of emptiness
Consisting of cold-darkness
My voice echoes against the walls
As I sought a way out of this blinding numbness
Banging my bleeding hands against every barrier
I pick at the scars along the way to pry my eyes open
Distorted images are presented
Hands outreached against a frame and handle
I brace myself as I lean in and listen
To the constant beat of silence
More of the same awaits me, so I push on through to the other side

Published by Kelly

“I’m just a girl in the world…that’s all you’ll let me be...” Southern California Native who gets in trouble for sarcasm, suffers from bouts of OCD, and listens to an eclectic range of music really, really loud especially while driving too fast. Turn up the Rap, R&B, Punk, Billy, Indie, Alternative, Classic, Folk, Metal, and Grunge, Melodic, Industrial, Electronic, Soul and so on you get the point.

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