It’s during those times when an empty room Seems so crowded. The echoes reverberate off each other That a pillow over the head can’t subdue it. It’s feeling alone in a public place, where you’re swarmed by others. The bustling and rapid movements that jar you. Perhaps, you’ll be snatched from the entrapment That coincides from within you. All I know is, whenever I feel you, I know I am safe. Your arms are like the warmth our bodies create between the sheets. The home I sought when nights became dangerous, And I created shelter beneath my stuffed animal mountain. It’s our hideaway when the world fails us for a day, Where our conversations soothes the voices inside. For once, we feel whole…

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Howl into the night, project hidden troubles Toward the skies, into vibrant sheet of stars Draping the dome that guards us Cry prayers to the moon, allow her alabaster shimmer Lighten your skins glow as if you are the ghost Who travels miles across dead lands To find the purest soul awaiting the morning light You are the moon's child, raised in the pale evening Familiar with the monochrome scheme but its Brilliancy is unlike any other When the sun rises its lustrous sheen beckons The world to relinquish its truth Colors unseen by you when the moon slips from view Rest as light strokes the earth’s crevices Your troubles will be razed as your prayers are heard You may not have sight of the light, but it welcomes you You are the moon’s child, but you are loved even when it’s not blood Whatever chrome you reside within, you are not alone

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Steam coats the surrounding surfaces. The scorching water raining down on me. It’s what brings life to my pale skin. I am chained to the piping, rattling echoes into the walls. I don’t tug. I don’t fight. I steep in the boiling water. Here, I am alone, breathless, stumbling around inside my head. The thoughts as excruciating as my thrashing. The whips lined with toxin, a small tear spreads the illness. I wish not to be alone. I wish those around me, wading through their own trials could stand beside me. My thoughts plastered a façade I could not distinguish. Those I had convinced to join my trial were chained in my position, suffering in my fiery rain. I watched them shrivel. I watched them beg for release. But a girl so custom to the torment, could not dare to be alone. Why must she dwell in her illness without someone else? With my thoughts as my company, I accept my faults and pray for forgiveness. No one wavered such pain and neither did I. Those that controlled my childhood, I

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I watch as your lips move, but I cannot hear you Static downpours from your mouth, the fizzy sound burrowing in my ears It’s mind numbing, panic inducing, when will this be through? I cannot comprehend the words you are saying My roots may have the Earth in their grasp, but I am hollow I was carved out for a perfect image, for emotions are too damning Your scrambled words rain onto me; I soak up your toxicity They deteriorate my integrity and flood my hollow core An undesired weight placed upon me causes me to shrivel I rot inside out, my image crumbling beneath you My foundation is too soiled by your acid rain For me to heal, I must be uprooted For you cannot heal in a diseased place

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I patiently waited within a white walled room. I rubbed my palms together and tangled my fingers. I pressed each tip together until they whitened and released. I was waiting for my next trial. Time felt as if it stood still and during the absent minutes, I forgot to blink. I gawked forward, gentle breathing though my mouth. I focus on each inhale, the subtle pause, and the exhale. Waiting for something that would not stay. Above me the fluorescent light flickered. Its hue echoed off the cracked tile. I swayed with it, ignoring those that questioned my off rhythm. My heart’s beat dancing delicately. We waited for someone to give us a chance. A sterile odor lingered in the space. I imagined a musk in its place, sweetness sprinkled about it. It aided my escape from the walls I signed myself into. It’s insane thinking about it; this started with a bracelet. And to look at that bracelet was a step back into darkness. |S.L.B|

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