Screaming silence and screaming tears.
They cascaded down cheeks and over parted lips.
Red lips sigh and breath out a breath of air.
A breath of air white and cold.
Cold air nips and bites at her skin.
As pale as snow, contrasting with the black jacket lain on her shoulders.
Leather wrapped around her to keep away the demons in her dreams.
Demons of the past that scream in her mind.
The past that cries at night and the past that screams at night in the cold, in the city street, parked on a park bench.
YOU ARE READING
Emotions.
PoetryPoems that I just kind of put together, I update slowly, I just kind of randomly publish all the ones I save up.
