I don't know, she just didn't seem like herself anymore. Someone had come in the middle of the night, pulled her apart and clumsily tried to glue her back together. Nothing stuck, she was hastily repaired and they moved on, only there was something missing. It wasn't significant, it was just so small that it could be overlooked in size but its value was far greater.
YOU ARE READING
Words.
PoetryTo be completely honest, it's just a load of randomly plucked words from the air, infused together with some punctuation and their job is to represent the bunch of emotion I, - a tired, caffeine filled, late night worker- threw together in hopes tha...
