And like a ship at sea, she sails on
even if her insides are screaming
the fabric of her very being protesting violently
against the cold waves of her agony
And like a volcano, she explodes
the destruction of her structure unstoppable
and beautiful
Never ending and hopeless
And like a building, she collapses onto herself
into her bones
a chaotic mess of buried words and secrets
littering the pavement around her
engraving itself into the worlds memory
And like a addict, she screams for more
wanting nothing more but to block out reality
and go to a world where nothing hurts and
people didn't exist
in a place where it was only she and not
a him or another her
just she and the ice inside her soul
And like a blistering winter, she blocks out the light
and lets the fingers of numbness rock her body until
she's sleeping
never wishing to awake
even if in her head
her demons won't let her be
And like a ghost
she's filled with regrets
weighted down by lies
the ashes of bridges burned swirling around her
with the leaves of Autumn
And like a corpse, she lays still
waiting for the rest of her to rot away
to be forgotten by time
to leave her mind and herself
And like death
she lingers in the air
destructive and silent
and oh so terribly
merciful on its descent
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