My dad beat my mom , bruised flesh and empty bottles . The way the alcohol infected his veins mere moments and he would morph into a stranger . I look at her wrinkles and grey hair the way her beauty still streams across her face like the flow of the seven seas , he tried to drown this woman but she was the ocean .
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Beyond the void
PoetryA poetry and quotes book created by me filled with my souls emotions the best way I can word them .
