I wrote this years ago... It is the first thing of mine to ever get published...
The loneliest girl
Impaled with my own desire.
I'm stalking my ego with my fingertips.
The floor creaks under the weight of lust and illness lights my path.
The walls closing...
Closing tightly around my spirit as a silent whisper plots my demise.
Love devours its young
And solitude walks across my breath and into my soul.
by Krystle Lynn
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