Deeper than brown

She had a puddle of peace beneath her feetHer eyes spelt turmoil and hate and heat.¬†She had scars on her heart from the things she never saidAnd scars on her tongue from the ones she did.Her hair was damaged from the shackles on her headSplit ends and dandruff and a conscience too dead.Her muddy brown... Continue Reading →


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