Cracks

Rose.a.lee

I become small and brittle

with the words 

you direct at me,

my world shrinks so little,

that I can hardly see.

And through the cracks.

pours out the flood,

and you sit and watch me bleed.

Still as stone, and soft as sleet,

toward my vault you creep.

 

 

  • Author: Rose.a.lee (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 21st, 2018 07:52
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Reyas

    Wonderful job.

    • Rose.a.lee

      Thank you 🙂



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