Part five ; where she told me her name and wrote it on the palm of my hand
I waved at her
and she waved back.
Her hands were
small and thin
and her skin
was pale.
So you could almost see
her fragile bones
shine right through it.
Yet they were the most
beautiful hands
a human could possess
And I wish I still could just
take her hands
in mine and fix
her one last
time.
~
unicorns are amazeballs.
