7:25 pm, Monday, 29th May
In the fading sunlight
she whispered slowly,
allowing the words to settle
in the thick air
"I'm just a ruin –
a ruin of all the words
that people have said to me"
the daisies swayed in the fractured sunlight
and birds pecked through the thick bark of oak trees.
YOU ARE READING
dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
