nostalgicpie
The great divide cracks between us. Just as the chasm is spreading across the landscape, you say something. I don't know what because the chaos around us is too much. I want you to be closer to me.
These lashes have left scars on this smooth back, ones that can never be erased by the medicine of time. These years in captivity, obeying one's every command, but being punished for the doing of others. These lashes are my time-line...