Her stiff hands held
a needle and a thread
look up to her eyes
they are open doors
not white but deep red
wipe your tears, she said
wipe my dry eyes,
I am unsteady, unhinged
I have no tears to shed
-Kaya
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC
Her stiff hands held
a needle and a thread
look up to her eyes
they are open doors
not white but deep red
wipe your tears, she said
wipe my dry eyes,
I am unsteady, unhinged
I have no tears to shed
-Kaya