Imogen Knight


The fragments were scattered across her chest,
Lips dry and cut, on which she had once pressed,
Upon the poisonous cheek she had known,
Crimson ribboning down her wrist had shown

Her eyes concealed beneath the black lakes,
Head hurt from all the unspoken earthquakes,
Which always controlled her weak and pale frame,
And from her eyes, the dark waterfalls came

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