Purple Lightning

Her soul is a steady somber storm, and at night, when the moon wakes her mangled heart, the waves crash and spill down her cheeks; but even when the moon sleeps and her heart unplugs, the purple lightning continues to crackle and convulse behind her sullen eyes. Even still, she keeps on saying “I’m fine” with that manufactured smile… knowing her truth would never matter to anyone but herself.

Β© J.G.

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