Hazy smoke danced around her
as if to grab her attention..
as it slowly faded into the air
She looked around wishing to care..
The sun-kissed faces
laughing and sharing of the different places..
she hid within the walls of her confined spaces..
voices asking who she was, why she was
until she could no longer take it..
shielding her eyes
Holding her breath, begging for rest
from the demons she felt within her chest..
A light mist surrounded her
And in her mental confusion
she welcomed the haze as her safe place
evaporating there for the rest of her days..
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