Can't Escape Pain, Kiddo. Battle

I Nod Like I’m Listening,like We’re Communicating, And She Never Knows The Difference.

This Girl Shivers And Crawls Under The Covers With All Her Clothes On And Falls Into An Overdue Library Book, A Faerie Story With Rats And Marrow And Burning Curses. The Sentences Build A Fence Around Her, A Times Roman 10-point Barricade, To Keep The Thorny Voices In Her Head From Getting Too Close.

You Have To Know What You Stand For, Not Just What You Stand Against.

Melancholy Held Me Hostage, And The Bees Built A Hive Of Sadness In My Soul.

She Looks Like A China Doll, Observed Grandfather As We Departed. I Will Break Just As Easily, I Muttered.