Her eyelashes act as anchors
sinking them down to her cheeks.
Tiredness devours her body
acting as if she hasn't slept in weeks.
Instead she is engulfed by her inner
turmoil that she can't seem to tweak.
She finds herself lost at sea with
all of her thoughts unable to shriek.
-nk
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC
Her eyelashes act as anchors
sinking them down to her cheeks.
Tiredness devours her body
acting as if she hasn't slept in weeks.
Instead she is engulfed by her inner
turmoil that she can't seem to tweak.
She finds herself lost at sea with
all of her thoughts unable to shriek.
-nk
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