"Untitled" by Raena

She's withdrawn.
gathered as her own fetus
on the floor, toes curled
the screaming will ease
with the abortion of thought.
she's playing Russian Roulette
with the world, instead of
the virgin image
she couldn't conform to.
She sobs, reaching for
the star, a lonely constant in her
inconsistant wisdom;
it won't come down
------click------
and the screaming
has ceased, sobered
lies scattered
by this newly found waking world

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