From the inside out

She is an open book written backwards and inside out. The cover remains with in and protects the heart the words are written with the ashes and scars from past horrors and treds alone threw the dark. Her spirit is free but her mind is stuck like a  rutt twisted and torn like the aftermath of a tornados mishap. Perhaps the wild and untamed rush of dopamine will maintain the high she needs to survive the demons that taunt her with demonic plot twists invasive and corrupt. A division of uncommitted furie fire and liqour don't forget the ice cus baby in the end your gana wish she was the liqour bottom of the bottle Gin , Henny  and Patron settled with a lime and salt around the rim. She'll set your soul ablaze she'll numb your pain and she'll do it all with the intentions of doing it again even if it puts her all in a life with no gain. For if ever her demons become to much she'll take on yours she sees the challenge as a rouse to hide the screams of the demons within left to rain blood drips of terror and echos in the back round. A fragile soul sunken eyes and story to complex for any with a mind that has no compartment that can contain the perplex aspect of the struggles she fights those who are simple minded  struggle to maintain her mind or grasp the concept of  the non spoken words. The screams from behind her smile and the dying flame in her eyes but yet those who are as perplex as she can start from the beging and work there way to the outer aspect of her every thought. Don't always use  the cover to your story to hide what others are willing to search to find.