Hearing voices in the hallway,
Change in temperature through the doorway.
Nothing ever being in the right place,
Never recognising anyone's face.
The monsters in my head
Started sleeping in my bed.
Strangers in our home,
Starring at me through the mirror,
Smiling at me like my clone.
The sheer terror of being in the dark,
Not aware that we would embark,
On the journey of the secrets in the night.
Too young to put up a fight.-b.
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The Night Sky is in Her Veins
Poetry// s o n d e r \\ - "the realisation that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own" Life can be dark, cold and lonely. Feeling betrayed, misunderstood, chewed up and spat out by the world, its when I get sonder, that I...