The darkness seeps into my bones
the damp air flooding my lungs
moss grows between my ribs
mending my empty heart
rain falls from the sky
reminding my skin of forgiveness
my head lays on a pillow of wilted flowers
who have long forgotten their glory
and, finally, the Earth speaks to me
'rest child'
From: Hanako.
YOU ARE READING
letters unsent.
شِعرI'm going to fall a lot before I learn to fly. (The recent poems are better.) -------- .˚ ᵎ┊͙ ⋆*☁️ ⓒ fallen-spector
