amoonnile

Laying in a bed towered by thoughts of rejection. Questions of who will climb over this wall to catch this ejected heart? Waiting and waiting, wishing for sleep, but none comes; simply worry instead. Silently,

Saggy eyelids of compromised souls enslaved to dollars, and slumped shoulders weighed down by forefathers, twist the heart to the debt of the fathomable. Spines curved to misaligned values like desecrated