Void

You won’t see her counting stars under the dark night sky at midnight when sleep can’t find her doorsteps, no. 

Sadly she’s not that kind anymore.

Rather you might catch a glimpse of her twisting and turning in bed, deeply sucked in the void that this world’s left her with. 

Not a sight for sore eyes, I tell you. 

The world’s notorious place for her.

She’s too fimiliar with the word ‘narcissist’ and might even spell it out loud for you.

Don’t err staring into her green orbs, you’ll catch a glimpse of her demons. 

Her mind runs wild, the stream of her thoughts never achieving a laminate  flow. 

Don’t ask her questions, the answers might cause you to draw a step back. 

Yes, her skin’s as pale as a stone sculpture but believe me, your crude reality crawls beneath it. 

Place your sweaty palm on her beating heart, you’ll find a black hole of elusiveness.

Don’t stare too long, her sweet smile can poison your emotions. 

They call her ‘Love‘ but I named her ‘Void‘.