There I lay.
Curled up in sheets with
cold toes,
that little pillow tried his best to console as
he was dripping in salt water.
It was just both of us,
but in the end, it was nothing
but a bunch of feathers.
Nobody came,
nobody came to unwrap my naked self,
nobody dared to clean my wounds,
nobody tried to untangle my hair
and as the dawn neared,
Fear returned, came running into my arms.
Calling me, telling me,
'I'm back my dear'.
-she begged as she wanted nothing but to get rid of those memories.
YOU ARE READING
THE GIRL WHO SPOKE POETRY
PoetryThe thing about pain is, it makes you question.. what makes you human? ____________ **Not cliche, I repeat, Not cliche, WARNING, not cliche**
