Her fingertips were Icy
and her eyes rather glazed.
A desecrated body
with an endearingly brazen face.
Meandering flesh, rich in mortality and fable.
Her skin mapped a journey,
juncture she could no longer able.
Scared arms marked moments,
of suicidal salvation.
Unwary and wide eyed,
too juvenile to be taken.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC
Her fingertips were Icy
and her eyes rather glazed.
A desecrated body
with an endearingly brazen face.
Meandering flesh, rich in mortality and fable.
Her skin mapped a journey,
juncture she could no longer able.
Scared arms marked moments,
of suicidal salvation.
Unwary and wide eyed,
too juvenile to be taken.
