After her father's fingers had grasped her throat so tightly, she stumbled away and frantically hid behind her quickly closed door.
I raced after her and knocked lightly, slowly pushing open the door after hearing no response.
She lay there curled up in a tight ball, no sound coming from her shaking bones.
She was a shattered mess broken by the man who was supposed to be the first to ever love her.
This was no home for such a beautifully delicate rose who was still striving to bloom.
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poetry200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
