Hurricane sheets, splashing cracked dishes high. Drops of black tea staining cream carpet, as a whirlpool of alphabet soup swirls amongst the destruction. Curtains torn haphazardly across the setting moonlight. Sinking bed barren save for a girl violet hair fallen over sleepless years. Arms and legs stitched up like fiberglass, a crinkled white gown sliding off the shoulder. Heart pumping ludicrously. Pushing away her ruffled bangs. Dark blue irises stare back from the fractured mirror She drifts on scattered shards. |
Carson Tidwell(Psst. If on mobile, turn horizontal for better viewing experience)
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