The hunt

October 23, 2017
Custom User Avatar
More by this author

Running away from your stinging hand
As it cracks down on me
Stinging me
Leaving its mark on me,

I cry out and fall, breaking
In a million pieces
Floating in a river of my own tears






Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback