WoundsShe came to me, needle and thread in hand.I cringed. I was terrified of needles.I was terrified of everything."Shh, darling. It will be okay."Oh, how I'd love to find comfort in her simplistic poetry.My trust abandoned me eternities ago.Flowed from my wounds, Stained.Tainted all its corrosive lips kissed, But never returned to me.Her soft voice startled me, snatching me from my reminiscent state, Plunging me, head first, back into reality."Please, I beg of you. Let me in, let me in."She pleaded with hushed voices.Hushed, gentle, comforting.Evident still was the desperation,The agony.She held my gaze, then h
Prologue She turned over lethargically to look at the glistening night sky. The emerald green grass crunched beneath her as she did, and dampened her back as she touched the dew tipped blades. She looked through the canopy of the high-rise trees and saw the glittering stars in the vast darkness above her. She could vividly see the constellations in the sky above with her earthen-coloured eyes. Directly above her was the Southern Cross, complete with its mysterious fifth star staring down at her with a face like an old mans, full of wisdom and stories to tell. D
Up above the world so high OneUp above the world so highOne small step to surely dieGoodbye pain worry and stressLeave in one expressive beautiful final mess
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