A warrior with arrows upon a bleeding back.
Invisible scars, she carries along with the weight of the world, but still
Bleeding blue, her heart has no
room for oxygen. Too heavy, bottled up gloom and feelings filling
shelves as she helps someone else.
She wants to die
but I will not let death touch her.
Tatted shoulders, she boulders her sins.
Uncomfortable, but enjoying the skin that
Reminds me of the skies, beautiful,
hazardous. The unreachable sky.