Untouched
A welted flower picked and tossed aside unnoticed and to the earth it soaks in.
My traces and finger prints left behind A name spoken so delicate, A replay of broken words said twice and over again.
tired excuses follow the depths of cold finger tips and the Beauty hidden behind the fear and path of such destruction.
Copyright © Leah Seilheimer | Year Posted 2014
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