End of the line

©️Orkidedatter
Norway

She looked into to mirror

3 little scars from once she tried to

cut her face off

want to be faceless

deep into the mirror

her soul of horrow

a message

4 little words

you don’t deserve it

have a desire to find her beauty

her eyes widen in wonder

all she saw were her crying

shadow dancing

tears that filled up her eyes

falling out like blood

burning for every drop

the drops of blood form a pattern

of ashes and smoke seeps

flash dance

she will endure

life is a battle

been through worse

she buckle down

feel so cold

no rewind

no solution

no victory

time does not heal all wounds

she must learn to live with the scars

pick herself off the floor

protect herself

create her own universe of the beasts

close her eyes

-end of the line-

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