I want so much to remember.
All I can recall,
is her face,
which felt like paper.
So thin,
crisp, and white.
Like a sheet of snow,
over hills and peaks.
A raisin.
Drained of its juices,
but still sweet as ever.
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 7:31 AM UTC
I want so much to remember.
All I can recall,
is her face,
which felt like paper.
So thin,
crisp, and white.
Like a sheet of snow,
over hills and peaks.
A raisin.
Drained of its juices,
but still sweet as ever.