Her eyes were a dark grey
Her hair was a lighter grey
It flowed down to her elbows in faint waves
She would grip my hand tightly in her icy clutches
She would whisper in my ear in the dead of night
She was the face I saw when I aroused from fleeting dreams
She was an island
All in grey
Among colourful seas
It was only too late for me to realise
She had taken over
~ depression
YOU ARE READING
Heart Scrub
PoesiaHere is my poisoned lilac heart Tell me, what do you think? Does it disgust you, or please you or sadden you? Will you wash it down the sink?
