Ice blue eyes.
Red bloated skin.
All the things you have to hide.
Now they know all your sins.
My soul you ripped apart.
My childhood you stole.
My ever broken heart.
Yet you remain whole.
Flash back. Dark room.
Sweet child made for lust.
Bent over. So confused.
Luminous imagination turns to rust.
Child full of doom.
Even after the dawn.
I will be haunted by your ghost.
I wish the pain was gone.
You broke my heart the most.
But my soul will rise from the ashes.
My life will be bleak, no more.
One day this hurt will move past us.
One day, WE WILL SOAR.
About the Creator
Kayla Brieanne
Honestly here to see if I’m worth anything.
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I have been taking some time away from writing. I haven't forgotten about Vocal, the truth is I just have been too busy pursuing other things to write online and honestly, my little family and I just had a really hard month between the flu and a weird eye infection/cold circulating our house. I'm currently sipping some warm peppermint tea because my throat is sore.
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