Feb 2014
Running from anything
that lives,
breathes
she wandered the street.
barefoot,
blistered.
Her knees became weak
gravel piercing skin,
bleeding sadness.
her head
left hanging
on a question...
(?)
that lives,
breathes
she wandered the street.
barefoot,
blistered.
Her knees became weak
gravel piercing skin,
bleeding sadness.
her head
left hanging
on a question...
(?)
