An outcast, a burden, emotional instability’s emaciated hostage. 

The fading marks on her skin, a mere map of the painful roads of her past. 

She’s frozen, no way out of the solitary confinement that is her own mind. 

Derogatory whispers slowly convince her that she is unwanted, unloved, alone.

◄ Melancholy.

Tranquility. ►


Big Sal

Tue 6th Nov 2018 14:15

Though short, this was an excellent piece filled with more emotions than its lines could hold.?

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