This poetry is dark, defining a lost soul. Relate or disagree? The format of punctuation is just as self-inventive as her explanation to why she was chosen to seek a desire that only kills who she sees, or saw, once in a reflection. Do you see yourself ? Or is the constant blur fading your reason to breathe? Addiction; Prison | Conclusion . . by Tasha Serna, Paperback | Indigo Chapters