there she sits
in her corner
reading, writing, maybe drawing
always doing,
always busy.
there she sits
in her corner
unheeded, undisturbed
her thoughts
undisclosed.
even though the world
attempts to destroy, to convult
she survives
smiling faintly
in her corner.
YOU ARE READING
my writings
Randomi like writing, and like to think that i'm kind of good at it. following is a set of short stories/poems i've written with literally no ideas in mind (a.k.a. word vomit). enjoy, i guess? //warning: swears.//
