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She Hides It Well
But now it’s time to confess
Within the deepest crevasse of her beating, bloody heart lives a dark pit of rage,
Blackened and throbbing,
It thrums upon the very definition of her life,
Loud screams echo through every waking hour,
Hidden behind the innocence of her smile.
Quietly unspoken; loudly exhaled throughout her worst nightmares,
It lays cursing the betrayals behind its dark beat,
Dreams of the sweetest revenge,
Begs for the end of life to visit her tormenter,
As she stands witness at every betrayal.
Tears of raw agony drench her wisened old soul,
As she patiently waits,
Her hopes secreted away from prying eyes,
Alive in her thoughts; fantasy begging her relief,
While her rage consistently explodes.
Forgetfulness is not within her reach, not that she would wish for it,
Every throb of darkness a welcome reminder,
Her silent screams ricocheting the walls of her past, present and future,
Setting the tones of her courage to ward her of her despondency,
As she honours their judgement day.