Stories Poem by Astrid Nightwalker

Stories



I sit in the dark
Writing my story all over my body.
Every inch covered in ink,
Red as rubies.
Tears of regret and pain.
No one understands the demons inside,
which never leave me alone at night.
I scratch and bleed while I run away
Trying to escape from my demon side.
No matter where I go my shadows follow.
All I ask is to be left alone,
To read the stories my body holds.

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