smallgirl17
strung.. pearls strung on thread, white and smooth. strung... my flesh and your flesh with needle and thread
a clasp in a locket. heart shaped contraption, holding things together and pulling apart. you clasp my wrist my hand you make my breath weak.
A small silent creature in the shadows. The crooked corner of the wall where the dust sleeps and so does she. A small feral girl with thoughts of feelings and bleeding. She is dirty and dusty and covered in tear stains. Nobody sees her except for maybe in their peripheral vision. Nobody sees her except for maybe in the corner of their mirror. Nobody sees her.
writing since 2013 · 5 entries · 4 days shown up
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