Captor

wingsinrecovery

Slowly she drowned, with no air in her lungs
She cried, but who heard
A passersby thought nothing of the tide stained rose
She waved but to a ghost
She closed her eyes fully trusting and clutching her captor
And fell asleep

  • Author: wingsinrecovery (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 10th, 2017 16:00
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 32


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