her movements drowned beneath a tide of
what was.
With thoughtsscraping
itching
in reluctant skull.
They force her head around,
with a dull pop of bone,
until all she sees is behind her
and her feet, clothed in tatters,
shove onward through sullen seas.
5 comments:
You are so talented.
You writing is so beautiful, so gorgeous and just so inspirational.
You are a gem.
Love Anafly
xxx
I entierly agree with Anafly. :)
My favourite line in this was: "her movements drowned beneath a tide of
what was."
Flawless!
That picture is sensational too. :)
*ahem* I would even entirely agree with her too. :P
Thank you both so, so much
xxx
Fantastic! You are a fantastic writer and you better believe it! All of your words string together beautifully.
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