She follows the movement
of the Heavens.
Murmurs to herself.
The Moon flavors her.
With a touch of the
insane.
Watches and listens.
THEY tell her their secrets.
Her pale eyes are seeking.
Under THEIR skin.
She knows.
But does not spill
a word.
They call her a loner.
Quiet.
Yet THEY come.
They can not help it.
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
She follows the movement
of the Heavens.
Murmurs to herself.
The Moon flavors her.
With a touch of the
insane.
Watches and listens.
THEY tell her their secrets.
Her pale eyes are seeking.
Under THEIR skin.
She knows.
But does not spill
a word.
They call her a loner.
Quiet.
Yet THEY come.
They can not help it.
