gothwannabe

i. men fear strong women, but she's far from strong. this wisp of a girl doesn't even need a hurricane to fall apart. she'd glued and re-glued, old bonds wearing thin, but if you ask politely, she'll let you touch her scars. ii. her lips are fettered in rusted chains. you'd need a crowbar to pry up her whispered secrets. you are not worthy to hear her voice just as she is not worthy to give it to you. she told me everything she knows, and i shut it away, kept it safe. i tied the threads into double knots just to make sure they wouldn't curl away from me, twisted up like a dead spider's legs. iii. she is hewn from shadow, woven from grains o