Unconscious torture.
Memories cyclically taunting me.
A dream stained pillow.
Caressing the caged audience screaming within my mind.
Agony unrelenting.
Smears of black accompany tear tattoos beneath my parched eyes.
Twilight, my best friend.
Succinct to the point, yet powerful. It leaves a lot to think about, including reminiscing over past similar feelings, where one feels at fault for things done, but knowing it’s not you. Well done Kayleigh.
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Kayleigh Denton
Mon 27th Nov 2017 16:54
Thank you so much Fred. Knowing that my words are being understood, and that people can relate to them, means a lot to me!