Apr 2015
The little girl
locked herself
away in her corner,
bellowing with grief.
I had asked her
what was wrong
and she unwound
her sorrowful strings.
Not good enough
she was,
not good enough
to breathe.
locked herself
away in her corner,
bellowing with grief.
I had asked her
what was wrong
and she unwound
her sorrowful strings.
Not good enough
she was,
not good enough
to breathe.
