Hey, fellow readers! This is the last post I shall do until the end of Spring Break. Sorry, but I'm traveling. This is one of my Silver Key winners from the Scholastic Art and Writing Competition. Hope you like.
Also, to all the Pagan/Wiccan's: Happy Ostara!!! Late, yes. But never less, enjoy the beginning of Spring!!!
THAT IS ALL!!!!!
Once you were pure white.
Now no space is clean.
There was once no flaw
left on your ivory skin.
Now it is scarred
with raven-black ink.
You have been crumbled,
scratched, marred with creases.
Messy tattoos trace your spine.
Ink spills bruise your body.
You are the result
of the misuse of words.
It is not your fault
that you have been left
in a hollow metal cage
for the unwanted.
YOU ARE READING
Fly ~Colection of Poetry and Prose~
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose. All done my me. Cover by mamina38199. Enjoy! :) PS, I will post on average of once a week. Most likely on the weekends. Duh.
