violet let herself
in, plopping down
on their leather recliner.
the house is quiet,
probably because
it's 6 am,
but the silence here
is a comforting
blanket, unlike at
her own house
where the same
blanket of silence
is a suffocating madness.
she's debates going
into xander's room
and jumping on his bed
when mr. green appears.
YOU ARE READING
whispers&wishes
Poetryx a n d e r g r e e n- they call him a liar but little do they know that every word he says is true, just maybe not in this world. v i o l e t j o n e s- she lives in xander's world and in exchange for her company he weaves her pretty stories...
