Rebecca Henry
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Stories (2/0)
The Calm Before The Storm
I knew that staying or leaving wouldn’t make a difference I was set on making this work although every part of me was already broken my ability to trust was gone and the pain was permanently inked while I dripped black and screamed for a resolution. My face was blank emotionless I became cold and yet at the drop of his trigger I shattered in a crowded room tears falling, it started so small I could hide my pain confined to my room. my sensitivity was my own breaking down to movies brushing it off as being overly soft to the norm but what happened to me why did I get so weak so fragile letting everyone see what was behind the facade, my tears staining my cheeks with the longing for an apology that could only come but from the lips of a manipulator.
By Rebecca Henry3 years ago in Psyche
Buried Words
-Tunnels Tunnels they have history Beneath the millions of layers They hold stories and maybe if you peel back the debris and old paint you will see the past come before your eyes of all the hidden tales and the forgotten scales plastered and painted to look brand new to cover up all that the tunnel has been through, if you look closely you may see cracks and tears a window into the past because through all the cover
By Rebecca Henry3 years ago in Poets