Escaping the grasp of the one whose body you crept out of.
Certain in the future that you would mirror their faults, sizzle with their rage.
Losing control with a single distortion; you are covered by memories of words that pierce like blades.
Inside of oneself is blame for what may come and what is lost without a chance to redeem.
Picked apart they will see what spills from you and will break your beams.
Seeping from what can only be explained as a hole never healed from a guardian with ill intent.
Ever so open to change, and finding it hard to get to a point of dissent.
About the Creator
Ashley Wrigley
The truth can be covered by words of fiction and rhyme. However, if you dig deep enough to the core you might be amazed what truths you will find inside.
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