Posted in Creative Writing, Power, Quotes

Scratch the Concrete with Keys 

As you walk through the slightly lit hallway with your long night gown, scratch the walls with the keys

Scratch the floors

Feel the empty space over your head where your crown used to fit

As you enter the black hole, the feeling of nothing at the end of the walk way

Kneel

Feel for the keys in your palm

Jump down into the darkness

Your crown is at the bottom of the abyss of broken beauty

Acquire your beauty and follow the scratches made from your keys.

Find your way back

You were never lost

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