Tousled hair
And sleepless nights
Dark circles under her eyes,
Skin: colorless,
Sunken cheeks
With visible hollows
And weakening bones,
Stringy unkempt strands
Eyes open yet unseeing
Frozen, unfeeling insides
Brittle as winter ice.
Bile rising up her throat
She retched, shoulders quaking
A warm small hand she placed
On her swollen belly.
She felt it break even more:
Her heart
As she whispered
'I'm okay'
Before falling into dreamless sleep.
YOU ARE READING
When The Heart Whispers
PoesíaThe poems reflect evergreen and intense emotions while others are as light and weightless as feathers. It's like the heart whispers softly, waiting to be heard. ~Vote and Comment~ © tanxsha [Previously warped_realities]
