the covers are like a torn up book
that shrug themselves over
a little girl’s shoulders
as her mind flips the pages
of corridors flooded
with jagged darkness and slopes,
she elopes with the enemy
but her father brings the love affair
swiftly to an end.
she has no friends
she slips away from the margins
charging like a haunted stallion
to the sheer
as the majesty dribbles pebbles down her front.
the next chapter
she slices her words clean
the sheets which she envelops herself in at night
hold too much emptiness between.
– cumuloq ❤