the blue specks, underneath your
fringed lashes told the
story of
dented collarbones,
and sunken cheeks
left to bleed;
damaged.
YOU ARE READING
t w e n t y
Poetryin which a girl indirectly shares her dying hope in t w e n t y words ~ The fire in her eyes had long diminished, and her scars had long unravelled, but the only remnant she dared to share, of her battered mind, was kept in the braided breaths an...
eyes
the blue specks, underneath your
fringed lashes told the
story of
dented collarbones,
and sunken cheeks
left to bleed;
damaged.
