Her cries rang out for a million years
Her cries rang out for 0.2 seconds
Lavender spread between her fingers to hide the blood
Forget-me-nots twined into her hair like a crown, reminding her of all she'd lost
Crocuses forming a noose on the sealing, welcoming her to oblivion
She was a fairy queen whose colour had been drained
Where there once was magic there was sorrow
No more light lined her skin
Her wings had frayed and disintegrated like dust
She could never fly home
YOU ARE READING
Fragments.
PoetryFragments lie on torn up pieces of paper, characters of my creation, musings I have at 2:34 AM, poems that scare my parents, thoughts that cross my mind in sporadic bursts, and ones that live there permanently.
