One day

One day she’ll be normal

Like him.

One day she’ll be fixed

Like him.

For now the Stygian darkness cradles her;

Whispering the sweetest poem of dissolution.

Letting the saccharine words dance through her crippled mind,

She blooms like the brahma kamal at nightfall.

One day she will hear his words of amore through his actions;

But those actions are quiet and simple 

She can always hear that syrupy voice just behind her own thoughts

One day she will be fixed

One day her dose will be stronger than the voice

And let her live again 

-M.V

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