when she's happy
she's wild
and carefree
all sunshine
and full of sugar,
she's doing
cartwheels
like a child
across the lawn,
but when the clouds
appear
and the rain
falls, beware.
the knives
come out sharpened
and gleaming
in the dull
damp basement
of her broken
mind.
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