When I look into her utterly sad,
nervous eyes
my vision goes into bright sand.
I only see her face as she becomes as tiny as she feels
in my eyes.
She takes the shame that is not hers.
I'm nauseated.
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
When I look into her utterly sad,
nervous eyes
my vision goes into bright sand.
I only see her face as she becomes as tiny as she feels
in my eyes.
She takes the shame that is not hers.
I'm nauseated.
