She Dwells

A tight spindle on sharp threads wind through every corner of her mind, slicing open ancient wounds–a perpetual pain machine unrelenting. 

Most would want it gone, fight to heal, but for her it’s comfortable, soothing even.

For she only knows how to live in pain.

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