the worlds in words

Turn towards me, love warm your face against my rays, drowning in my sun

she felt tremors along  the fault lines of her heart. he wrapped himself  around her core

she hid amongst the flowersas the storm clouds rolled in

the winds of her heart whistled across his  barren desert;  the unforgiving sun bleached their bones

she dug a grave for her body deep within the earth. she waited for someone to water her seeds until she could bloom, back to life

the lying demons  you keep on your tongue are dancing in your brain and clawing into your heart

Our cold, dusty home is littered with broken glass. How can I stay here?

perhaps it was time to leave

she painted her face, a cracking porcelain doll, hiding from the light

she tried to burn all the memories, all the crumpled papers she thought she could leave alone. she forgot that she had buried them, deep within her bones.

She’s a rabid dog; she’ll bite you right where it hurts

Tell me, what can be salvaged from this heart's wreckage?

her heart conspired to escape from the confines of her aching chest

darkness was always trying to bleed into her sunlit veins

she dug her toes into the sand, stood against the waves that pounded her skin, showered her with salt.

storms continued to weather her away

the air is silent around her and yet, there is a crippling cacophony  inside her head; it repeats and it howls and it swears that she's not good enough, will never be good enough