Wrists so thin they could snap,
merely a skeleton covered in skin.
Fed by words she lives on,
hiding in the shadows.
A slender figure
following my every step.
Empty eyes staring at me
piercing through my skin.
The cold radiates from her body
making me shiver.
The smell of disease
invading my senses.
I look at my shadow
as it is changing it's form
morphing into her,
my heart starts racing.
Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 11:04 PM UTC
Wrists so thin they could snap,
merely a skeleton covered in skin.
Fed by words she lives on,
hiding in the shadows.
A slender figure
following my every step.
Empty eyes staring at me
piercing through my skin.
The cold radiates from her body
making me shiver.
The smell of disease
invading my senses.
I look at my shadow
as it is changing it's form
morphing into her,
my heart starts racing.
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