Sick Girl Read

Hundreds of books:

Funny and pointed,

Even though she didn’t laugh .

Sick Girl ,

repelled by melody,

Drawn to monotone.

Sometimes the echo of her ghost slither into an ear

Dressed as a construction paper rose,

Hoping I have gone blind,

Throwing shade on now.

But, even at the darkest now,

I am a volcano of light.


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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