she draws eyes on the page
dark and empty
they watch
as she breaks
into smaller and smaller
pieces
until she is
broken
and all that she does
is scribble eyes
on the paper
that watch as she shatters
and the wind blows her shards away
YOU ARE READING
Broken Thoughts
Poetryjust fragmented thoughts that sound vaguely like depressing poetry god I hope no one reads this its really weird
