Venus

By , Lewes, DE

Happy,

What I dream to be.

The red circling my iris signals,

I'm not okay.

I cover my burning, 

With clouds of beauty.

Excuses cover my burning surface,

Fake smiles burn like stars.

Yet, inside I still burn on.

Burning through the floorboards holding my feet above the abyss.

But those boards will burn out,

The twine will close in.

My final smile shall be true,

Showing the universe

That I was just broken,

Shattered.

But now,

I am just fine,

I am finally

Happy.






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