Her skin is holding everything in
The bruises on her body are not from outside,
But made from within
Rivers and rocks clawing, trying to breathe
It survives from within
But it has to stay in,
Weakened and thin, water pours through Seeping out of
the small openings that allow it to.
But it's not enough
The pressure builds up, an ocean left behind,
causing her head to beat.
Skin shatters like glass
pushed to such a state by such
an unspeakable wave of
all that has pressured and plagued
all of her days...