Monday, August 29, 2011

Melancholia

Like moments of fear and ink to bone
No matter the surface, deep down she's alone.
She's alone in the crowd, alone on the floor,
All around, the monsters roar.

3 comments:

Natalie Suarez said...

amazing! love it :)

xx

natalieoffduty.blogspot.com

Bella said...

Your words always seem to terrify me, but stick in my mind like no others.
I adore your blog.
x

Just Me said...

Guess who? It's been a while hasn't it? Glad to see you're still writing.