a body
abandoned at the centre of one's
world
limp
like the thoughts in her head
her hair defeated
falls
onto crippled words
soaring away
off chewed up lips
the blues of her wide shut eyes
bathe in tears
what has been disjointed
mourning their dislocated hearts
dolorous breaths
count down
two hundred sixty four hours
of time
of bliss
of guilt
to her dismantling
to perfect brokenness
DU LIEST GERADE
When angels fall
PoesieA book of thoughts, pains and joys, served cold. No sugar to sweeten it up. i'm but a throbbing cluster of pain waiting longing to be released into nothingness
