Porcelain 2
That warm feeling that used to radiate through every bone in my body when I looked upon your porcelain features was stolen from me like my heart from my chest, my air from my lungs.
Suddenly I couldn't breathe, suddenly that feeling of warmth was replaced with disgust when I saw you.
Your delicate skin on hers.
Cracking and breaking every promise you've ever made.
Copyright © Ashley Clarke-Smith | Year Posted 2019
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