Pierced Lies

February 16, 2017

In the haste and flurry of student feet
Our shadows huddled in secret between damp mops and sponges,
Chlorine penetrating our nostrils
Giselle’s face was a statue, still as a windless night
Her pupils dilated at the ringing of my words:
“He did it with ease,
  His promises to you, non-existent”
The grim silence was deafening
But the shatter of her heart, echoed in my thoughts
I felt shards penetrate through my palms
And the blood began to trickle down,  
Pooling on the floor, in that  
Dim lighted room

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PotatoFish said...
Jun. 6 at 4:22 pm
Slay my existence
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