Bloody limbs,
So hard to conceal
All the bruises from last night
So deep, their bite
She walks, dragging her wounds
A sliver of hope, someone might untie the bounds
Tear laden, kohl dripping eyes
Moving slowly to her neck
She still smiles,
For every wound she gets to learn
The price painful
Preventing her to do the sinful
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Burning Candles| ongoing
PoetryShe lit up her room with the same candles that scald her skin red. 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 Just the story of a girl named She trying to find her way out of th...
