Secret, cold

There is a secret it her soul

the dark that beckons

that questions what she does

 

There is a secret in her soul

that whispers the things she wants to hear

and not what she needs to hear

 

There is a secret in her soul

that doesn’t let her hear what everyone else

is saying

they are wrong

you don’t need help

this is what you want

 

There is a secret in her soul

that is killing her

bit by bit

and she doesn’t even know it

 

The secret in her soul

is an intruder

masked to her

masked as a friend

masked as a resident of her mind

when it is foreign

and poisonous

 

The secret in her soul

went after her body

and tore it to shreds

and didn’t let her see what it had done

 

All she knew

was that she was cold

and so

very

tired.

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