Joy
Lingering whispers fester in her head,
Secrets and memories roll down her cheek.
She is aching to be heard,
Yet the pins
In her lips
Won't let
Her
Speak.
One day she opens her window,
Warmth flooding her dead eyes;
Her skin aglow
And smile blooming,
"I'm finally
Free!"
She
Cries.
Copyright © Lex Love | Year Posted 2012
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