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She gets nervous with herself sometimes


with the restless companies in her mind.

Thoughts that refuse to be silent

screaming to be heard

like the ear-splitting screeching sound

of nails scratching on pristine surfaces,

leaving deep ugly marks

that would scar over

and bleed out through clenched teeth,

spewing out words

as black as the city’s hidden corners

where fear and hate –

children of pain lie waiting 


in the gutter of her soul.

(Picture was taken from Pinterest. Artist unknown.)