the rain pounded against
the burnished glass,
matching your periodically
rattling frame.
then, sudden lightning
and you went
still;
defeated.
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...
