My body is like a graveyard. I contain so many shadows it is hard to see where the allusion ends and I really begin.
My lungs are stuffed with flowers. They are so bright and beautiful they take my breath away.
My body does not know the warm embrace of love. Not anymore.
I am constantly cold. My grandmother says it is because my blood is thin. I believe this explains why sometimes, my tears are scarlett and gushing.
