she carries all the pain of the world and she’s
the keeper of hearts and spirits;
holding fast to millions of secrets hidden up in
the deepest crevices of her brain and
she plays hide and seek as
she dances with ghosts and monsters and danger and
slips in and out but never letting on too much,
allowing all that she is and all that she knows to
settle down to rest in tiny craters of her skin with
scars spun from spider’s silk like
spiderwebs crawling up her arms to
haunt her most honest thoughts she
confesses in soft whispers
“hushhushhushdon’teevrtell”
and don’t hold onto her too tightly,
try to sweep away the
slashes
because she won’t let you into her world and
she’ll let you go quick…

she wants to hurt.