Flat Against the Wall
By birksy
Flat against the wall, she holds her shallow breath, watches blackened robes, sway against a wooden floor. She bears a heavy cross, it could burn her olive skin, a weight deep in her heart, like she’s never felt before. Nowhere left to run, how did it get this bad? Needs to speak to anyone, though no-one wants to know. Back against the wall, she almost lets it go, but then a caring hand, lifts her sallow eyes, how could she forget, He was always here. Written December 28th, 2001 © on Dec 28 2001 12:30 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 13
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