Small stories by a small girl #13

a darkness lures
in the veins
in the mind
a darkness so pure
it could consume her
in a minute
a darkness so cold
it burns her
it is her slow death

a lightness bubbles
in all of her
in all movements
a lightness so strong
it devours everything
hold evil at bay
a lightness so bright
it blinds her
it is her saviour

a constant battle
light VS dark
it is tearing her apart
her death comes creeping
not long left
a battle to the end
her being the price