It's No Eden Dulani Hannadige
I watered my fears till they grew into demons, Lurking in the periphery of my conscience. I fed my trauma till it festered into vultures, Circling overhead waiting for weakness. I let my thoughts wander until they outpaced me, Restless and beyond my control. Of sharp thorns and thick briars, That scratch me, cut me, scar me Over and over and over until I bleed out.
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It’s no Eden in here
psychic — Emma Wolf
18
I cultivated the garden of my mind into a twisted maze
