Dust at My Feet
By Jaclyn / musicnotej
and though none of it really means anything, she
tries hard to smile, even if only on the outside.
because from what she can tell, that's the only
place it counts. (it won't stop bleeding, she says,
and holds up her heart. won't you help me?)
her smile is so large that everything that's real
inside her tumbles right out, ash on the pavement.
Make me smile :: musicnotej