"It skimmed throughout my body, held my mind back.
It pushed the sharp thorn that grew into my back.
My chipped blue lips trembled in despair.
My cold body held only from my hair.
The crimson rain droplets sprang from above.
Streamed down the entry that closed up my heart.
It squeezed the last drop that pumped the pulse, slowly but surely she fell in the dark."
YOU ARE READING
Shattered
Poetry"She held on to the thorn knowing it would prick her, and grabbed on to it's roots knowing she would fall, but the hope that flickered in her eyes always seem to shimmer, nothing demolished it at all, she carved her art on the canvas and set the li...
