One single tear down my cheek, I feel a presence begin to leak. My eyes are open wide, and gaze upon my own blood and flesh.
By Cat Jennings7 years ago in Poets
Alone. Broken. Lost. I'm physically present, I can feel the air against my cheeks, see the frosty mountain peaks, but my heart is hollow and dark as a cave.
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