It had been a while.
Though insomnia invaded her sleep schedule,
and nostalgia took over her waking hours.
It had been a while.
Unraveling the rusted blade from its thin card board wrapper...
Like candy, almost.
I need a new one.
That thought echoed inside her skull as she dragged the dull blade against her thigh.
She drew with the silver,
but it came out red.
Magic?
YOU ARE READING
you killed my flower
שיריםi hate the way your eyes can manipulate me. poems about his eyes and other things.
