Her blue eyes--used to shake
those roars turned into a hot, low chuff
Now it's her head that shakes
Now it's her hands that shake
Cracked, peeling palms
she picks with worry,
no No no
-----don't do that-----
Wiping away tears like she used to, her voice crackling on the phone. She hides.
I'm am too young to help her.
I have an empty head and empty pockets,
shrugging with pleading eyes, I'm sorry.
So sorry.
Her mother
Her sister
Her
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
Her blue eyes--used to shake
those roars turned into a hot, low chuff
Now it's her head that shakes
Now it's her hands that shake
Cracked, peeling palms
she picks with worry,
no No no
-----don't do that-----
Wiping away tears like she used to, her voice crackling on the phone. She hides.
I'm am too young to help her.
I have an empty head and empty pockets,
shrugging with pleading eyes, I'm sorry.
So sorry.
Her mother
Her sister
Her
worried
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