Jan 2015
noose**
Do you like my necklace?
I don't know what it is yet,
Is it rope?
Chain?
Bruises?
All I know is that it weighs me down
A prison cell around my throat
Keeping the bad words in.
Do you like my necklace?
I don't know what it is yet,
Is it rope?
Chain?
Bruises?
All I know is that it weighs me down
A prison cell around my throat
Keeping the bad words in.
Look for a girl called libby, she's doing the next chapter
