grip. firm. steady.
gaze far off to the other side of the
room filled with old used books.mind, lost in the sea
of revelations and liesof anger, of betrayal.
puffy eyes, tear-marked cheeks,
mucus-filled nose.no longer had the ability to create
strokes.
her hand,numbing,
weakening.wooden writing tool fell from the loosening grasp
a harsh breath escaping from parted
lips
rosy, plump.tears refused to fall
continuously blurring her visionclenching fists,
she couldn't.
YOU ARE READING
the girl behind the red-painted walls
Şiir"she's a girl who resides in her own beclouded cave"