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
In a world where one almost feels pushed out of place, writing gives people a way to connect through readable thought. This is where I find my satisfaction. I prefer writing fictional stories; however, I also enjoy unraveling deep truths.
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