withering heights.
It’s funny how
A skeleton that was once so
so strong.
With chastity
and colour,
could wither into
a rack of
desolate,
pervasive,
heartbreak.
And all I can
do is
watch.
-b
❧
Lover, lifer, writer. Journalism student, and Vancouver freelancer. This is my personal blog with a lot of my own poetry and intimate entries. I am continuously inspired by successful, talented and innovative women, and I try to reflect that as much as possible. I hope you enjoy.
"Cento" Copyright © Andrew Brinker 2011.
