What words does she sleep in?
Are they lacey and sheer so you can see the scars on her hips
or are they itchy and uncomfortable to where she can't ignore
the way she feels so out of place in her own skin?
Would she tell you her secrets or only whisper them to the moon
and the man she sleeps next to and knows little about?
Would she insist she is happy standing on fire while he robs her soul
and plans her demise? Would she let you mourn over her while
blood still seeps through her veins? Would she tell her mother
of this lover and the way he is as stable as a loaded gun?
We won't now until she comes home and has faced her
dragons.
But she does not know the words she sleeps in so
family is far away.
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