SHE
she walks with her head down
she does not speak
her jaws are clenched
and her fingers pick at skin
a knot seems to always be lodged into her throat
the she is alone
No one sees it
No one sees her for who she is for
She has chained herself up to a tower of rotten flesh
that smells and leaks of fluid
but she will not let go
the tower that once brought her confiden...
Thursday 17th January 2019 6:54 am
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