Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Drama

Our slit, wet throats have dried up. We could be talking and breathing through roses, but the bloody petals suffocated us after we devoured all our Milk. It's not the suffering we wanted, but it lasted. The things we desired were fleeting inside the speed of pain. I only survive as a memory and as the crack in your heart when you think you're free. The blade in me gives sleepless nights because of you. We hoped for it, and we died Holding hands. But i'm without a Connection to your secrets, wrapped in dead Hair. You lied to me.