Just a short poem. It’s partly based on me and partly on some of my characters. scars on her arms, but she rolls up her sleeves darkness bleeds from her hands like ink and she stands, motionless, in the cold a silhouette against the dark sky she’ll stay there until the sun rises, until the birds sing and even then, her feet are rooted to the ground but, at one point, if you came close you’d see a single tear trickle down her cheek -Lynn
