No Escape

She is the wind crashing into the window
like a crow in the dead of night
begging you to let her in.
You are sinking with the titanic
trying to swim to the surface
but you’re drowning under the weight of guilt
she is the sand on the beach beneath your feet
trying to pull you in with every step
she is a hurricane made of revenge
whirling around your house, destroying every memory
You are alone
and she is death
and you will not escape. 

The End

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