The Inky Blue

It rained and rained,

so heavily I couldn’t see you clearly.

Tell me darling.

Was it ever your intention to turn your back on me?

I dove and I rose.

The cycles kept repeating.

I’m not her anymore.

My terrors don’t define me.

You said I haven’t seen the maze,

the chains, the punishments, the demon in red.

You said we don’t live in fairy tales.

Then, why howl in sheep’s clothing?

Never say you know me.

The hands that searched aimlessly for you,

voice that called your name.

Never say you wanted to talk,

to piece back heaven when you broke it in the first place.

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Exposition: Betrayal by someone who thought they knew you. Perhaps they did know you, but you grew up beyond the scared little sheep the wolf thought it could fool.