her shadow turned to ash
and she sat lusting after
foreign stars, imagining
rolling them over in the
softness of her hands
answering every question with a whisper
her shadow turned to ash
and she sat lusting after
foreign stars, imagining
rolling them over in the
softness of her hands
answering every question with a whisper
Some call it red 
Good to see your writing again 🙂 I like it. Hope work is getting a little better.
I quit
Ooo…like it!
I like you for reading it!
Haha!…it was a legit like tho!
I know 🙂 thank you
It is nice to have you back:)
You’re back… at last. Good work.
That was Awesome!
Delightfully written allusion. Nice work.
Beautifull 🙂