2am my 8am
darkened solitude
patchwork brain
overacts, interferes
sleep, rest
problems hidden
plain sight
stacked, nested
Babushka dolls
tattered, torn
ripped with
bullet holes
bleeding through
everything
confidence
self-esteem
2am my 8am
craving sunlight
brightness, warmth
dandellions blowing
dew-licked grass
fresh hope
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Author's Notes: This is my first entry into Poppy's awesome Prompts Challenge thingo. You can find out more about it below.
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Paul Stewart
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