soft whispers,
though loud enough,
kept her peaceful thoughts
at bay
the faded voices
and trinkling giggles
irritated her
even at the slightest pace.
juliet sighed,
unwilling to take more
of the uneasiness
of the place.
'somewhere isolated.'
she echoes,
wanting and needing,
as if pleading for genies
to grant her some space.
00| somewhere isolated |end
she talks about you like
you put star in the sky ⭐
YOU ARE READING
Juliet
Short StoryJuliet /n/ 1: the sentimental epitome of a daydreamer in the darkest of her days. 2: a mourning for euphoria indulge in nostalgia. Beautiful cover by the talented KrungRi_Gizibe
