A youthful spirit,
Consumed by the nightmares
Of what no one recalls,
As if those were childhood dares.
A pretty face after ten years,
But what's a lovely gaze good for
When every day, the life seems
To greet you with a closed door?
An excellent painter,
A long-lost friend,
After losing herself,
Everything makes her bend.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
