the tawny brown hair which flew past her shoulders, slapped her red cheeks while her bitten fingers brushed it back behind her black-rimmed glasses.
Her subtle green eyes dashed to the passing figure, scanning their face, smiling as they saw her.
the figure's teeth shone as they grinned back, their jaw flexed as the girl kissed them on the cheek. brushing their hair over their ear, they picked the girl up while laughing in the sun.
and that was their story, the both of them. she/her and they/them.
-b.
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THE MOON WEEPS
Poetrypoetry // prose ( trigger warning. blood / suicide mentions & death hints ) [ ranked 8th in deep thinking 31/5/21 ] [ ranked 19 in poetry collection 13/6/21 ] [ ranked 101 in poetry 7/6/21 ]
