late nights with graphite
I am afraid of ghosts. I’m scared of their secret movements and their sacred space, trying to interfere with mortals lives and feed off their emotions
By Alice Pedersen 4 years ago in Poets
I wrapped my broken heart in a thousand layers of linen Careful to cover the cracks. I wrapped my broken heart with a note attached
The smell of decaying leaves; Like death and rebirth swirling around its wet turf Acorns falling and birds calling, the sound of the river rushing and the leaves rustling
