Breathless Whispers

Chained Dolls Free Verse Poetry

Her eyes a shallow
shade of pale - her flesh
bitter like the brisk wind
howling through the night sky.
She dreams of vines
strangling freedom, bloodied
roses fluttering around her
breathless whispers. Tales
separate sewn lips while
visions escape in her tears.

Breathless Whispers Copyright © 2019 Anna M. Asbury. All Rights Reserved.


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