Wings

Scout Niblett KISS


~The weight on her shoulders made cracks in her spine
Her arms curved towards her chest
Like wings
Protecting the most important organ
That seemed to break
So easily
Thinking she hid it well enough
To be kept from harm
She did not realize her slow, downward spiral
Towards fetal position
She had smelled the night blooming jasmine
Tasted the evening rain
But nothing could numb her from the pain
Of a tired and broken heart
She wanted more; she had asked for more
It was plainly seen in her eyes
But it's easy to go through the motions
And not listen to the pleading cries~