Bruising verity

tears

She has eyes made from glass with smoke blown through their clarity

She has a mind filled with the tears of anguished pained disparity

She lives a life of shadowed nights which barely hide vulgarity

She hides her scars with silenced screams and quiet insularity

She pushes on without a sound to cut through the severity

She thrives on chaos, strewn about, to stifle her austerity

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