The monsters recede back into the hallowed hallways of her broken heart.
She’s loneliest when they leave.
She’s called them family for as long as she can remember.
It’s no wonder she conjures them during the day.
She doesn’t know who she is unless she’s falling apart.
Still, she wakes with the sun, hoping to love herself a little more than the day before.
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