Torn open by illness
shreds of scar tissue reminding her of her pain
she curls around her worry
over and over she counts her wounded way
How nobody ever has loved her the way she needs love. Nobody ever will.
Her energy spreads to tendrils reaching reaching sucking her energy from her to control the people in her life rejecting what they have to offer.
Her life could be sublime Instead of torture through thought.
Feb 7, 2011
