Her Tragedy


She is as sick as her secrets.

They reside like buried treasure inside her deepest parts.

These treasures, when stitched together, make up her tragedy.

Tragedy is not an ugly word.

A story teller finds beauty in struggle.

Especially inside her own.

A raving delirium.

A silent reverie.

She feels safe here.

She can only channel her pain for the masses so long until it kills her.

Her tragedy.

A sacrifice.

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