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Day 3 of NaPoWriMo

By Nailah RobinsonPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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He lives here now

In the deep, dark crevices of my mind,

The place impossible to find

My way through

The monster has consumed every piece of me

As I struggle to break free

I can’t see

The mirror looking back at me

The key

I am lost

Somewhere deep down in my depressive soul

As I attempt to climb back into my mind

So that I can survive

But he’s there

Watching, waiting to pull me into the darkness with him

Then my heart chimes in

Ready for sin

I struggle beneath the slight grasp of my reality

It’s fleeting

Being held by my pinky

I’m sinking

And he sits there, smiling

Because he’s unaware of the games, he’s been playing in my mind always

I walked in a daze

But I’m not crazy

I’m just a woman who let a man in

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About the Creator

Nailah Robinson

Author, Mother, Wife, Sister, Daughter, Cousin, Daughter In Law, Sister In Law, Friend, Grand Daughter, Niece, Teacher, and Student. I am so many things to so many people, but in the end, I'm just Nailah.

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