She is laying in the dark green grass under a unblemished sky. The girl without a name, the girl that never speaks. Today the sky's weren't gray and neither was her mood. Her thick short brown hair was spaced out behind her shoulders and her hands layed beside her. She looked happy and had a smile painted across her face. Soon the clouds started to turn gray and that's when things started to change. Her smile washed off into a frown and her happiness was gone. She dragged herself through the yard and left the other part of her behind.
The girl without a name
September 14, 2016