Never is the epitome of your half
but rather the kin of you.
I embrace all your nightmares.
Your scars are here, in my skin, embroidered.
I am just the emblem of your darkness,
your empress.
YOU ARE READING
She
Poetry"A book is she that has countless pages, blood is her inks, and her pain writes." This story contains prose and short poetries that is all about a woman's point of view of love and life.
Empress
Never is the epitome of your half
but rather the kin of you.
I embrace all your nightmares.
Your scars are here, in my skin, embroidered.
I am just the emblem of your darkness,
your empress.
