sickness and poison once ate at her chest
illness took over her kind face and she began to age before her time.
can you imagine the trauma? probably not.
the blackness and the vines that enclosed her,
the white rooms, blinding lights
the sunken face and the worry still.
all proves that she's strong, wouldn't you think?
that she's grown, an adult woman.
but she's with this demon
his hair is red because it was the devil's favorite color.
his smile is wicked and his eyes are cold with everyone he meets.
she sees this cold, wicked hell.
there's no love. only using and abusing
so may I say this
I love you
I hate him
We all do
so find that strength that beat the scariest darkness
and
Grow. Up.