grip. firm. steady.
gaze far off to the other side of the
room filled with old used books.
mind, lost in the sea
of revelations and lies
of anger, of betrayal.
puffy eyes, tear-marked cheeks,
mucus-filled nose.
no longer had the ability to create
strokes.
her hand,
numbing,
weakening.
wooden writing tool fell from the loosening grasp
a harsh breath escaping from parted
lips
rosy, plump.
tears refused to fall
continuously blurring her vision
clenching fists,
she couldn't.
YOU ARE READING
the girl behind the red-painted walls
Poetry"she's a girl who resides in her own beclouded cave"
