She keeps the ring on her desk, fingers never coiling.

Her sockets remain dry.

Tears refuse of rolling.

Different shades moving in every night, only their stains left can be seen during the time of daylight.

The leaks in her roof never ceasing, the scent of smoke increasing.

Midnight Rolling.


Her adolescence used to scream.
Tears never stopped streaming.

Her innocence has already taken a break.
Her womanhood forever fleeting.

Only her skin was left behind, continuously bleeding.

Midnight Rolling.


Dreams came in easy.

He was like a dream in her everlasting nightmare.

So repulsive,yet comforting

So calloused, yet soft.

It was unnerving. How he made her anxious.

Restless.

Agitated.

Hopeful.

His ecstatic releases clawing at her very being.


Fuck.


The urge to dig her fingers into his throat came too easily.

Midnight Rolling.




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