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The Siren.
Via Flickr:
Clawing and scratching at the door,
fingers bleeding, chest heaving,
thoughts deceiving, interweaving,
choking on screams,
childhood dreams,
nothing here is as it seems.
Her head is tightly tucked between her knees,
telling herself
but none of this is Real,
but Real is all that she can see.
If she can't see them,
they can't see her...
A child's concrete confusion is her eternal conclusion,
her eventual escape is her personal delusion.
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