Brutally damaged, a puckered bruise spilled from her lips. Her heart was too easily crumbled at their touch, too easily pulverized when their breaths whispered onto her tongue. It was a devastating discovery, the crinkle, the fold furrows of their intentions perished in between their gums, frail with decay.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
