Dragons and their unicorn


Immaculate player

Knows her game quite well 

Everything leads her back 

To her private Hell

She’s filled with envy

Yet, starved and empty

It continues to eat her inside

Until 

One day she ventured outside

There they stood with open arms

and they hold each other close

They are all they have

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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