DRAWN.

Kill her with kind

Left her behind

Broken like bird

Haunted by his word

Paying for his blood

Begging to be loved

Rise in the past

Like snakes in the grass

My hands were full of thorns

You swallowed them and more

The life you did not choose

Heart that you have bruised

A horse that you broke in

And let go

And it shall pass

The way it always has