Thoughts-a short drabble on Rudra

I can feel her shrieks

It's almost as though

They are inside me

Plastered upon my heart

Impinged upon my thoughts...

She is breaking

Little pieces of worn out paint

U see blood like rust

When they come up in your hand

How long can u pretend?

She and me, we both have acted too long...

What was that old play? Or was it what they call

Life?

Originally posted by: -MONA-

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Originally posted by: Paro_rudra

nice 👏

Originally posted by: _Ms.Foxy.Angel_

Fab.