lauramoscovitz

Chains thin lines dancing across the muscles of his back of their back for he is not one he is all of them those white lines were memories carved forever because scars are nothing more than the parts of your past that want to jump out of your skin sweat and blood mixed up dripping from his work chaos bringing him clarity as his suffering entertained the blue eyes of those who owned him he only had his soul trapped in a body that was not his to command chains that were worse than the real ones because the pain they inflicted never really went away less than animals shadows of their former selves soldiers that never signed up fighting wars

A shy moonbeam breaking the darkness. Her feet touch the cold floor as she quietly walked across the room. She stopped near the window, her eyes stared me, and those were stormfull and restless eyes. She never said anything to me but her presence makes my mind dance and implode, feelings and thoughts mixed flowing through my veins as each tick of the clock would last hours. Her pale skin had scars and she seemed to have one world in her back while having traveled through a whole galaxy. She had always been mute but she knows me better then anyone. Each night she visited me I learned a story about her through her eyes and she would hear my mu