Crackled bones
Crunch under my blistered feet,
As I walk blindly
towards my death
With misty dee
on my salted hands.
"save me"
I screamed.
But the woman in the mirror
Said 'no'.
- しないで
YOU ARE READING
Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
