like a crack of lighting in a thunderstorm
like the valley between the Grand Canyon
like the distance between America and Europe
the girl broke
the girl broke
the girl with the happy smile
with the purest blue eyes
the girl who you would never think
was unhappy
broke.
her heart
cracked like lightning in a thunderstorm
her mind
alongside the valley of the Grand Canyon
herself
the distance between herself and her demons, closing in
until there was no Atlantic Ocean between them
YOU ARE READING
coffee shop
Puisilate night thoughts. poems about things I have thought but never said.
