She's a calamity
a whirlwind
of darkness
swirls around her,
not because
she chose for it to,
but because
that's what
the world
made her
into

Bullets
their words
guns
their mouths
they were bound
to hit in the heart
cracking it open
into a thousand
different shards

The obscurity
it blooms up
every thread
of thought
she thinks
until her mind
was filled
with uncertainty
those words
oozed into

She craves
for security
in the vast
endlessness
of nothingness
she pleads
for a beam
of warmth

It was all
it would take
it was all
she needed
It was all
she was
asking for
to bring
herself back from
the catastrophe
she'd turned into

°•°

Dedicated to The-Girl-For-Life for reasons we both know and wish we didn't.