i remember
her eyes were like doors
that welcomed anyone through
her hands were rough
the hands of a crafter
her freckles looked like stars
shining on the face of the sky
that was her skin
her arms were torn
not from an accident
but from the pure hate
of not being able to feel
her nails were painted
each a different color
i don't think she knew the difference
her hair was straight
and scarcely reached her shoulders
and i..
i never saw her again.
May 19, 2021
May 19, 2021 at 7:53 PM UTC
i remember
her eyes were like doors
that welcomed anyone through
her hands were rough
the hands of a crafter
her freckles looked like stars
shining on the face of the sky
that was her skin
her arms were torn
not from an accident
but from the pure hate
of not being able to feel
her nails were painted
each a different color
i don't think she knew the difference
her hair was straight
and scarcely reached her shoulders
and i..
i never saw her again.
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