"She was a really sad woman."
"But I saw the most joyous smile on her face when she was dying."
"Because she was dying."
YOU ARE READING
Final Throes Of The Unfurling
Poesía"I strived to rise but every rise has a fall, I quit, I quit and that's all." Just a bunch of emotions sucked by the pen and bled on the pages. Can be seen in the dried marks on the pillow, Dark hollows of rapidly blinking eyes, And the corners of...
Sad woman
"She was a really sad woman."
"But I saw the most joyous smile on her face when she was dying."
"Because she was dying."
