...rEpLacEd iN DaRknEsS...

   She undoes the stitches....from every wound that just wouldn't heal. One by one she tears back and reopens flesh. Her heart willingly gives in. Pouring out all the tears it's held inside. It's done. It's had enough. It can no longer fight or weather another day drowning in the pain. It can no longer bare giving itself away only to watch them turn away. It had so much love to give, but it's been draining since that day. It replaced itself in darkness, and defeated it would never go away. The blood seethes into the sheets and the red puddle gets bigger and absorbs not only in the mattress but into her brain. The smell of sadness and fear bring back memories throughout the years. She feels more at home now only this time it's not a game. She's releasing what remains.