November 15, 2016

In the enchanted forest
Cold hands take your fondest memories
And destroys them. 

Walking through the forest,
surrounded by haunting memories,
She jerks,
Fighting her thoughts,
swatting at bugs,
scaring herself.

Remembering her worst nightmare
She jerks.

Seep through her cold veins,
fly towards her heart,
Not able to remember
The difference, they intertwine

She slides the knife
through her fingers.

Over and over,
Waiting for the end of her suffering of a broken heart,
once more.

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