dangerous plight

[katythestrange]

beneath the fragile angst of fright slept a beauty who spun the night
she shoved under her eyes her plight... ...

once upon a time long before clocks made sense a little girl talked to rabbits.
she played in the grass and buried the dead in the sand.
she only knew what she'd been through and that was all she could understand
she took care of lost

Comments

[anonymous]

You haven't lost your heart, you've just misplaced it and some things that were giving it strength have hidden in the shadows. But they're still there.

****-pie