She whispers little lies
In my heart
Like needles and thread
On a quilt,

And she weaves through me
So easily

Like water in my hands.


She lies dormant when my mind
Is insane
And she’s always in the shadows
Mocking me
Telling me how

Worthless
That I have become.


And she weaves her webs into my heart
And sears her lies into my mind

I have become a blind mouse
Failing to use my nose to smell the way out.


She whispers cotton candy death
In my ears
Hoping that one day I’ll slip

And die….

So that her feeling of accomplishment
Is fed that night….

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