she could barely say a word.
the words were trapped between her breath and her bones, soft with agony, brittle as glass. Ana had visited her the nights he'd been gone. he was a Wanderer, he'd told her one day, and she held on to every word with desperation, hunger, thirst.
You can be beautiful too, Ana had told her, flexing fingers so thin she was afraid they would snap.
\that's all she was now, brittle bones and blue veins through glass skin\
her collar bones and hip bones stuck out beautifully, she could grasp them with twig like fingertips. her skin, as frail as paper, was scarred with scratches from nights of trying to release the screams beneath her skin.
she couldn't breathe.
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Where Stars Collide *ON HOLD*
Poetry//Don't kiss me if you're afraid of thunder, my life is a storm// her name was elena and he had none they both had a strange passion for rain and whatever their souls were made of, they were the same. [currently on hold due to exams, however thanks...
