There she was
Craving intimacy
From silhouettes and
Murky reflections
There she was
Hanging on
Nails digging out
Flesh
There she was
Hanging by her neck
Wings on her back
Save me she said
but
no one came.
no one came.
YOU ARE READING
Whispers and Misadventure
PoetryGradually and then all at once You left. // Words strung by a sad girl //
