Slick chiffon weaves its way around the body
as she falls deeper into the abyss.
Powder white hair caresses the rest of her pale complexion,
as she instinctively flings and flails.
She is weightless, confused, and scared.
No one said it'd be like this.
Memories swirl before her,
like water down a drain.
Some too painful to relive,
but her eyes are fastened open
forced to face the past.
Love,
pain,
beauty,
anger,
youth,
grief.
An emotional bukakke to the brain,
that lets her demons run rampant.
No more running.
It's time to fight.
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