Her eyes shone,
not in the way of a flashlight
or a lamp,
but like a warm ember,
glowing in the darkness
hiding behind it
the true might of the inferno.
YOU ARE READING
A Heart with Empty Pages
PoetryThe poems I write to help me deal with life =] ****Trigger warning: Some of this poetry addresses themes surrounding depression, self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, and sexual assault.
