she held the winter in her veins,
a child able to count her years on her
yet unstained finger tips.
a heart teeming in a silent rage
and masked with innocent laughter.
greedy with a lust for warmth,
for any sign of affection,
for a lie to hide her truth.
a quiet girl.
a lonely girl.
a violent soul.
wishing on plastic neon stars
and living in a dream of escape.
a stench of musk filling the lungs
inside a heaving… Continue
Posted on November 28, 2008 at 10:32pm