Excerpts of a Wandering Mind
Sunday, 4 November 2012
Vulnerable
she lets her hair down for a while,
shakes it out,
in silent thoughts,
lost memories resurfacing,
just beneath her translucent skin,
roughened by nights,
punching the unfeeling walls,
and slowly the tears come,
as the dam in her heart bursts,
alone again,
and no one cares.
~Rei Shiori
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