rachaelz99
the little boy's eyes were traffic lights when he stood by the dusty tracks
the shaft of the guns were all aimed and locked
but all he could do was stand in one place-
paralyzed
stop. don't come any closer to me with those greedy
fingers and unfaithful
intentions.
tiny curled fingers reached up from soft lavender sheets, and they wrapped themselves tightly around the bars. her laugh was silver bells. her presence was the smile on my face.
there was never anything there. i realized it after i had already searched the whole world for something that i had thought would become clear to me once i saw it... but i suppose not. i suppose i was pretending. i suppose it all was fake.