Deadly Comfort


In the arms of a stranger,

She comes to her final beginning;

The end of old

A new chapter begins.

Letting go of the past,

More difficult than imagined.

Holding old pain

In her heart

Like a warming blanket.

Without warning,

It is stripped from her.

She stands exposed,

Cold, tingling

Allowing herself to feel again.

Shivering, alone.

She desperately seeks out

The comforting pain

Of which she’s grown so fond.

It has become vital to her core.

Like shards of glass

In her hands,

She presses the pain to her,

Closing her eyes, yearning

For deadly comfort.


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