She locks herself behind the dark cramped room
as the battle downstairs continues to intensify.
The never ending war between Mother and Father,
who use words like blood shattering bullets
until one ceases to exist.
But she can no longer endure this endless war.
Although she is only a witness,
she has received her own battle scars as well.
Therefore, she hides in her room,
scattered with thousands of books
all written by her favorite author.
The one she calls hero.
These books have saved her from the repetitive aching wounds.
Each time she opens a torn, worn out book,
she is hit with the familiar aroma
of vintage yellowish sheets of paper.
As she reads the first couple of sentences,
she is immediately transported back to the warm deja vu sensation
of a whole “new” world once again.
The nostalgia comes rushing in
with a new environment, a new time, and a new life.
Revisiting each world slowly makes her forget
of the bombshells echoing below.
It takes her away from the suffering warfare she must call reality.
In the middle of this bloodshed battlefield
she finds herself a place
with open arms
instead of the deadly ammunition pair.
There is no way to know when this war will come to a halt,
but for now she will remain under those
secure gentle arms
till the very end.
About the Creator
Lely 2.0
Hola dorks,
Let's just cut straight to the chase, I will mostly publish short stories, poetry, and reviews on either books or animes.
However, bear with me for I am only an amateur who is trying to accomplish one of my goals in life :)
ENJOY
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