So, I haven't really been able to find the right words to say lately. I hope this flows right. Her skin was paler than usual As she slips the moon Over her shoulders Wandering the forest Of glittering stars She waits He has been gone so long Her life consists of mascara tears And bloody lips Bitten by her still-white teeth Trapped in her eternal crime scene She wants to sleep Begs to sleep But Memory is cruel Memory’s fingers prick and poke Summoning demons Who should... read more
