she cradled her heart
on the mattress of lies,
and the frames of guilt.
the blanket of ignorance
failed to give her warmth.
her scars,
bruises,
and the dried blood
in the arms of her cold body-
she cradled the hurt,
with slow tears down her cheeks.
wishing to forget
every breath of her existence
her hair ceased to hold her lies,
and her eyes didn't hide her green anymore.
she stared at her reflection,
her scars and bruises
on the very thing that kept her alive
the pain,
so intricately woven
with the purple blood
and the dark veins
and the alive muscle
that pumped for every breath of her existence-
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 9:24 AM UTC
she cradled her heart
on the mattress of lies,
and the frames of guilt.
the blanket of ignorance
failed to give her warmth.
her scars,
bruises,
and the dried blood
in the arms of her cold body-
she cradled the hurt,
with slow tears down her cheeks.
wishing to forget
every breath of her existence
her hair ceased to hold her lies,
and her eyes didn't hide her green anymore.
she stared at her reflection,
her scars and bruises
on the very thing that kept her alive
the pain,
so intricately woven
with the purple blood
and the dark veins
and the alive muscle
that pumped for every breath of her existence-
