Just me fiddling around with the word “And”

This was just me fiddling around with the word “and”. Then it turned into a kind of poetic narrative I think. Well, tell me what you think.

And the skies of her mind darkened
And her world became night
But she had always loved the night
Until it came for her mind
And the ink of soul bled across the divide
Between herself and her fears
Accepting the demons into her heart
And those demons ate her heart
And replaced it with a rotting hunk of flesh
That had once been Hope
But now dwells only for pain
And slowly she dissolved
Imploded and burned
And no one could see
And she could not cry
And she could not scream
She was paralyzed
Because acknowledging the destruction
Made it real
And she could not live in reality