she held a
bundle
of tantrums against
her face
about a week
ago and it
was disguised
as strings of
sarcasm and wit,
when all she
ever felt was
ashes against
her cheeks, salt
in her eyes, and
a fire within
her heart,
burning
burning
burning
her soul
profoundly
within the depths
of her never-
ending
loneliness
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
she held a
bundle
of tantrums against
her face
about a week
ago and it
was disguised
as strings of
sarcasm and wit,
when all she
ever felt was
ashes against
her cheeks, salt
in her eyes, and
a fire within
her heart,
burning
burning
burning
her soul
profoundly
within the depths
of her never-
ending
loneliness
(c) nate k. 2014
for the guitar-lessons girl.
