YOU ARE READING EXISTENCE Poetry end of something ethereal #freeverse #poetry I | She is made of twigs 31 10 5 by vintage_age by vintage_age Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story From the tip of her dead fingernails To the balls of her bruised kneecaps She is a being made of burned twigs and bleeding mountain stones crafted in devil's lair sent to woefully weep in human tears-
