Zennie
Bluelighter
"Orange dry earth on light wood.
That thud sound as it hit the hollow structure.
Can she feel that?
His pouting lip,
sunken head, shaking back and forth.
Tears, sobs.
A figure cries out and slumps over,
people surrounding, comforting.
I remember her laugh, more like a giggle,
but all i can see is that last time:
sunken, spotted loose skin,
her body supported, carried...limp.
It always seemed more him than her, didn't it? he was loud and she was timid.
smiling and giggling. that innocent, naivety.
he would chastize her about her ridiculousness, but she always just giggled in return.
My cheeks are hot, my eyes red.
My body aches with exhaustion.
You will hold me, won't you and
tell me everything will be alright?"
That thud sound as it hit the hollow structure.
Can she feel that?
His pouting lip,
sunken head, shaking back and forth.
Tears, sobs.
A figure cries out and slumps over,
people surrounding, comforting.
I remember her laugh, more like a giggle,
but all i can see is that last time:
sunken, spotted loose skin,
her body supported, carried...limp.
It always seemed more him than her, didn't it? he was loud and she was timid.
smiling and giggling. that innocent, naivety.
he would chastize her about her ridiculousness, but she always just giggled in return.
My cheeks are hot, my eyes red.
My body aches with exhaustion.
You will hold me, won't you and
tell me everything will be alright?"
