Her face was pale like a paper sail
Her hands shook like a branch
Her lips locked tight like a house at night
It hit like an avalanche
She flew like a swallow, her heart felt hollow
The music chimed and swayed
Adrenaline coursed, but she felt no remorse
Or at least she kept it at bay
Her bow was a beast, a hundred teeth at least
Screaming and wailing its cry
The strings flinched and they fluttered, her song never stuttered
And it ended with a sigh.
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Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
