SHE was a collage of mixed emotions; all plastered to the delicate rib cage that held her breaking heart.
HE was a concoction of empty pill bottles and alcohol; his ribcage held a heart, but no love. His euphoric nature stolen from beneath his feet.
Two halves meet.
YOU ARE READING
Mind Meets Soul
PoetryThese are a collection of one-line poems & vignettes that have been stowed away in the caliginous corners of my mind & soul, put together in a flurry of emotions long since passed. Enjoy & take care. Much love, Shannon
