sun-washed:
her eyes glimmered
darkly,
closed off from the
world.
entrancing shadows
under her breath;
weeping skin
of mine,
cut.
YOU ARE READING
t w e n t y
Poesíain which a girl indirectly shares her dying hope in t w e n t y words ~ The fire in her eyes had long diminished, and her scars had long unravelled, but the only remnant she dared to share, of her battered mind, was kept in the braided breaths an...
