Beyond the Door [excerpt] by Briega Young

She’s tired to her bones
Smokiness covers up her soul
Peeling all the hairline fractures apart
There are guilty pleasures in her head
Of who once shared her bed
But no one shall ever see beneath the skin
She will not let him in

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