soft brown tufts fell
from the hairbrush
onto her lap
bald patches on the back
of her small, child-like skull
gave us each one of her curls
sleeping for entire days.
blue spider webs for veins.
only in her dreams did she survive.
green dulled eyes
looked into a mirror,
then looked into our eyes,
they couldn't find
her own reflection
in a sterilized, vomit yellow room,
hooked onto strange beeping machines,
she let us go
no more our lovely angel
God's angel now












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The world is not beautiful; therefore it is. ~ Kino no Tabi
~ShortStackStories
~Amaranth-Portal
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but i love how it's so real.
the poem is great.
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i hope you see me smile.
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i hope you see me smile.
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you are my sweetest downfall
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