She clawed at her head as the anguish marched on.
Before she knew it the words became a riot and they circled, like swarming wasps
except the sting was relentless.
No matter how hard she tried she screamed,
the noise would not escape her head.
No matter how hard she cried,
the feelings would not drown.
Except she was.
Like the waves consume the shore
the feelings would consume her
until she didn’t know anything else
but the crashing of her head
and the slow erosion of all that she was.
Now the girl with the beautiful face lays calm
and still like the ocean floor
after a brutal storm.
The weight of perfection
suffocated her soft lips and delicate lungs
her contrived smile
was cracked by a short lifetime of exhaustion and strain.
She had a head as strong as the waves,
but her heart drowned
in the violence of it.
© Shahibah
-Shahibah
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