She crawls on glass ceilings,
balances on paper ropes,
translucent skin blanketing corroded bones
she is lost inside paper bags
Stuffed in crevices no one can see
until he comes along
peeling her from the glass
catching her as the rope
breaks picking her out of crevices
making her skin opaque he rips apart her bag cocoon
and carries her away
and then drops her in volcanoes because
to him, it was only a game
*(note to readers, I don't know if I'll keep this one up. To me it seems kind of cliche teenage rubbish, then again I never like my work so what do you think? please and thank you)
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