Shimmerdance

You take handfuls of salt, mix them into your wounds, and laugh so that nobody else can You don't have an answer for the demons wrapping their fingers around your neck and whispering in a sickly sweet voice, "Are you proud of who you've become?" Your ghosts have made a home in the corner of your bedroom and when you tell bedtime stories, they sit around and listen, but sometimes, when tears are streaked across your face and you're languishing on the floor, they just suck the life out of you You take people, turn them into your canvases, bury them deep into your heart, and let them rot until they create another cavity that cannot be filled