Dear Esther,
I saw it,
Again today,
Oddly thick and red
I had pricked my finger,
As memories gushed back into my head
I remember,
Like I always do;
The haunting past,
Always so clear and vast
Shadows have consumed me,
I can barely see anything,
But only the darkness of my throbbing mind,
Without a single flicker of light
Crimson;
The blood of a bleeding victim,
On the sharp blade of a knife,
With a pair of weeping eyes...
Quinn
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shards of the heart
Poetry❝the scars that screamed of revolutions inside her head and the shards that made up her heart were things that no one saw.❞ suffering from a terrifying eating disorder and from a shattered home, quinn's greatest tormentor is imperfection. her world...
