"they don't have faces.
they can't hear you.
they don't have faces.
they can't talk to you.
they don't have faces.
they can't smell you.
they don't have faces.
they can't judge you.
they don't have faces,
but you still hear
see
smell
and
judge them.
where's your face then?"
YOU ARE READING
Petallis
Poesia"she was a flower, but she wasn't soft; when her petals fell, they hit like bullets."
