Let the pain fester,
until it can spread no more.
For all things must end.
Month: December 2017
No. 30
The battle raged on.
Bones of her enemies, strewn.
Blood painted her lips.
No. 29
River ran with tears
until she could cry no more.
She picked up her sword.
No. 28
Curtains, deathly white.
I felt the needle go in.
Pain dissipates.
No. 27
All of a sudden
I realise life is too short
and fragile like glass.
No. 26
Love will not save me.
Nor princes on white horses.
My dress is too frayed.
No. 25
Looked in the mirror,
a demon stared back at me.
I slip on my mask.