He grabbed her hand
The pen traced her skin
With a number
And a promise
Of seeing her again
It was a chance meeting
In an ordinary place
Like it always was
And she already began to plot her escape
She'd been numbing it for years
The pain and regret never left
She just got used to dealing with it
As if she deserved it
Like it was some excuse for her
To put on her armor everyday
For the lovers that came and left
Before the sheets were warm
Before she had to share
A piece of her soul
She would wake to the blinding light
Violently shaking off the night
And the demons it brought with it
Dressing herself
For another day of
DISAPPOINTMENT.
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