Fairytail
My smile is broken
The teeth shatter across my lips
Blood spills on the paper letting out my inner most thoughts with pictures
Some depicting a soul with no smile, music without a rhythm
And quiet laughter
The blood drips until the paper is no longer white but red
A deep pulsing scarlet, like the nails of witches in fairy tales
My lips are white like the paper once was and my heart is empty but still beats
I fill my veins with a corpses
Thick and cold
I can no longer feel
I am dead inside
Copyright © Celeste Gil | Year Posted 2015
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