A river runs deep
It glows a different shade of red 
A sweet smell fills the air
A bright light, glowing like fire 
I stand still, can't move
Yet it all gets closer 
A door, says not to enter
I walk through it with no effort
The river leads to a lake of unfortunate past mistakes
Started at the one simple vain
My blood boils beneath porcelain skin
Every scar rising to the surface again

Amber R. Roan
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