tw: just some mild angst
written on: february 8, 2021
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The girl and the stone sit together under the bridge
The girl tilts her head, scrutinizing the stone
No bumps
No bruises
No scars
No hollowness
Beautiful and smooth and bright
She wishes she could find a flaw
The girl runs her fingers over the stone
And becomes a child again
Her short nails painted pink
Her blonde hair frizzy
Her hazel eyes sparkling
Her crooked teeth in a smile
Her body was strong
And her mind stronger
But years are a landslide
Caving her in
The sunset is bloody red
In the failing light, the stone is different
Cold and ethereal and perfect
She used to be perfect, too
Beautiful and smooth and bright
And then the stone is sinking to the bottom of the river
Never to be viewed by man again
YOU ARE READING
poetry by wunder
Poetrymy old stuff is pretty bad but my newer stuff is much better, please pay attention to when it was written and feel free to start at the end of the book!! i will have trigger warnings at the beginning of chapters when necessary. stay safe, i love you.
