Battlefield


Her mind bends always towards the expectation of tragedy.

A survivor’s curse.

Her heart roars unrelenting through the scars of her irrational hope.

A survivor’s anthem.

She is a battlefield.

The darkness… an unwelcome companion.

The Light… unafraid of her worst.

Chelsey Whitlow

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