her face was masked
in a river of white
in a river of pain
in a river of no light.
the darkness consumed
her and the shimmer she
once had, and the
diamonds and gold
that once showered upon her
was now gone.
—
" I cannot fathom how someone could do such a cruel thing. "
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RECORD PLAYER. POETRY
Poetry❝ ESCAPISM ISN'T FREEDOM. ❞ She drowns along with the haunting cries of his record player. Except the drowning she suffers from never stops, and like the record player, one can only find their self to listen. 2018 © importedbeverages STATUS : comple...
