Big time rollers, part time models (gemarina) wrote in prose_run_mad,
Big time rollers, part time models
gemarina
prose_run_mad

EMO(TIONAL)
I ran my hands along, as I kneeled
Pressing my palms into the wood floor,
Searching and seeking,
But all I felt were slivers of your sharp words
Cutting little nicks on my skin
With tiny stabs of poisoned recollection.

And the pieces of my heart were never found.
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